Cerys was bleary eyed and coughing. Her nose was streaming from a particularly unpleasant cold. “It’s no good,” she said, “I’m in no conditi...n to go to this thing tonight.“You sound awful,” Allison responded, sympathetically. She had come to meet up with her friend on the way to the Kink Collection event but Cerys was obviously not well. “I quite understand.”“I think the only way I could do it would be wearing a gas mask with a block of menthol inhaler in the air filter.”“Or with Gordon. ” She ordered, moving behind him, her own weapon still raised, her own concealed weapon starting to pay attention…“Look, I didn’t have to break your door or anything, I just picked the lock, I haven’t actually damaged anything.” he whined weakly as he walked ahead of her, cheeks aflame at the embarrassment of being stripped and forced to walk before her.“I didn’t exactly invite you in, I’m sure the police are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they’ll let you put your pants back on. Several months later I got a call from the police and my van was found in Steamboat Colorado and they gave me the number to call. I called and was prepared to hear it was trashed and stripped, but they told me they had pulled a person over and it was in good shape as far as driving it went. I asked about the electronics and they had been stripped, but the rest of the interior was in good shape and it drove well as one of the Officers drove it to the holding lot. I told him I would fly up there. ’ He brushed the snow off her hat before ashing the cigar. ‘And wherever we go in life, however far or however much things change, you’ll always be in the back of my mind. We are but a handful of dust, each grain a year of our lives. No, not of our lives, but of our youth. To which we forget. And yet, only remember as the best. To the very contradictory paradox of death. And when we forget ourselves, and meld to another. The precise moment of contact and bond, to where we realize the other is.