And he's right!" a voice called out from the dark. "Get them!"Men in dark uniforms with hoods on came out from their hiding places, and surrounded the...pair of gargoyles."Quarrymen!" growled Broadway. He and Angela stood back to back, ready to face any coming assault. He reached for his tiny cell-phone, but all he got was a wave of static."You won't be calling anyone for help monster!" the nearest Quarryman said. "We're jamming all signals in a one block radius just to be sure we aren't. Between deliveries I half listened to the sound track from home with my earpiece. I had the sound turned down, needing to pay attention to my driving and not wanting to spoil watching the video.When I heard things go quiet and I'd done my last delivery I checked back to base and a few minutes later Tony reappeared looking a little sheepish."Not a word," I said when I met him. "Good luck with med school. Send us a Christmas card. Did she offer you a refresher course?"For a second he looked. Little bit of tongue, but not too much. O, you taste so good! I can't hold back anymore as I press against you, and stuff my tongue deep inside! You can't help but arch your back and lace your legs around me and lock them together as if never to let me go. Your hands search the back of my head, and run your fingers through my hair as you pull me in again, and again. I slow my actions enough that you release your grip long enough that I can slip in an ice cube . Holding it against my. I wanted to talk to him, to know him better, but from the chaos I had seen in his mind before the clarity of how my parents had died, I wasn't sure if he would or even could talk coherently. Still, there was one thing I had to do. I may not have been able to help put his mind back in order, but I could still help my family. I needed his memories of where they were.Just before the paramedics put Randal into the ambulance, I reached out and grazed his hand again. His memories were still jumbled.