‘Let him talk,’ Ash says calmly, still seemingly unbothered by Kane’s verbal lashings. Kane smiles big again. ‘Always trying to sound like a s...int aren’t you?’ He throws his arm out in an arc pointing his finger until it settles on a church on the top of hill. ‘As you can see, we’ve cleared the area of enemies. Some are still holed up in up in that church, but we have business elsewhere.’ He settles his hand to rest back onto the hilt of his sword again and says, ‘As long as you’re here you can. . By the end of the second day I felt well enough to start getting unbearably bored again. Whenever I shifted restlessly my injured side would sting and cramp. Except for visits to the restroom and the coffee shop, Aunt Frances and Uncle Johnny were a permanent fixture in the room, Uncle Johnny sighing restlessly and winking at me now and then, recognizing our mutual discomfort. The worst part of the day was when Aunt Frances began cajoling my mother into moving out of the project.My mother. The bathroom and its lone occupant were on the opposite side of the only other door to the room.Throwing that door open, he and Alicia burst into a lavishly appointed, steam filled bathroom. Inside, a woman laid semi-reclined in a large, marble whirlpool bath. Even if he had not already been sifting through her memories, Arthur would have known her on sight. Her name was Naomi Harper and she had been voted the most trusted news anchor in the country the previous year. At the moment, her adoring. If she did.He was still trying to put things back together when a blonde girl in a really well-turned-out cowgirl outfit walked up on the stage, picked up the microphone, and said, "Hey, turkey. You know 'Smoke-Filled Room'?" That chestnut?" the steel bass player said. This evening had been a loss, anyway, a total disaster, and now it was obviously going to be amateur hour. "Sure, we know it." Play it, then," Jenny said."Oh, well, what the hell, we're getting paid for this," the lead guitar.