I had seen her smile when happy, smile simply to be pleasant and even smile when she didn't want to — usually helping a customer who was being a com...lete pest — but this time her smile seemed sad, and that made my grin falter."What's wrong?" I asked.She ran her hands over my chest, looking away from me.I reached up and held her hands, regaining her attention. " Talk to me, please." I thought.She looked up at me again. Her emotions were both happy and sad. The mix was very confusing. "I know how. Her mind was full of anticipation, and she knew she had to write it the thoughts down; after all, they could make for some interesting poetry at a later date.As she removed the cap from her black felt pen, Laylah opened her journal and smoothed out the next available page. "I sit here alone..." She started, "I really do not know what to expect from this trip other than the fact that I should not really expect anything. David has always said expectations are often let down, that you should make. Dean Smathers insisted that I tell– and I am quoting him here– “the whole story, the true story, a story our students can take with them into their lives as they leave South Harbor.” So... here it is.It all started my sophomore year when I noticed that one of the machines which we were studying in my robotics course might have a different use than what it was originally designed for. The machine was supposed to “hand roll” taffy into a long tube that would be cut up and wrapped for sale. It was. It only confirmed PC Johnson's suspicions that her initially adored partner in life was a busted flush and not worthy of rehabilitation if he ever showed up on her doorstep ever again.The pub which was notoriously unpretentious did a fairly decent fish and chips and they both needed the stabilizing influence of solid food to absorb the several pints of nicely blended ale furnished as a local treat and consumed with happy banter.As the noise in the pub grew with the addition of several groups of.