The lovers lay in quiet contentment with their achieved feat. Tarrin, my love, when must you return? the female lover asked quietly, her voice, though...calm, was laced with melancholy. Love, were I able to stay with you forever, until the end of time, I would. But you and I both know that my obligations to the Master are undeniable. You yourself served under his grace. Tarrin said softly. You are a man torn, dear heart. What of our son, my love? Could you not plead release from the Masters. “So what brings you here?” she asked.“Seemed like fun.”“Hmmm beware … I am not one to sugar coat. Your future may have bad fortune.”He smiled and said, “I take my chances.” She had him shuffle the cards and cut the deck. She dealt out a pattern on the table, and started turning over cards.Her voice changed into something somber when she said, “I am afraid it is bad news. A lot of bad news. You car will be destroyed by objects from the sky.”“Weapons from the sky hey,” he laughed.“Then you will. ‘You look lost,’ she said, smiling up at me, looking at me with those eyes. Such a perfect creature she is, pitying a person like me. Why else would anyone, for that matter, approach someone that was obviously out of place, other than out of pity? But I’d take pity any day when coming from someone like Carla. Thoughts raced through my head, trying desperately to think of a suave response, but all that I could come up with? ‘Yeah,’ was the brilliant response, trailing off at the end. At least. Cruelly, while the fatigue fighting properties of the caffeine don’t seem to touch me, it’s diuretic effects do, making my thirst worse and giving me the unmistakable feeling that I have to pee. My muscles, my poor muscle. Even lying there, I feel them remain in their tense and cramped state, only slowly relaxing. My skin is hot. Suffocating under my thick scrubs and moist with perspiration. My most pressing need, of course, is sleep. Sweet blissful sleep. My other needs can wait, for now at.