‘If I invoke, I can’t talk about the case at all. And obviously I might have to talk about aspects of it while we pursue the Shadow Man.’ ‘Yea....’ said Muscone. ‘I called my boss already, told him how that had gone. He was pretty upset, and very suspicious at the way the lawyer handled that. But he also wondered why you stopped talking at all when asked about Professor Milton.’ ‘He knows why, he’s not an idiot.’ I said. ‘That was a trap being laid on behalf of the CIA. While you were talking to. “Psst!” said somebody. She turned. It was Mr. Ourie, his door open a crack, peeking out at her. He opened the door further and motioned to her.“Girl. I have someone that needs to see you,” he said. She stopped, puzzled and wary. She did not trust the man.“Who is it?” she finally said. He opened the door a little further.“The green girl. I know where she is!” he said.Valencia felt a burning blush move down her body. She was mad, for some reason. Oh, you know, do you? she thought. And just what. " DeClan couldn't keep the amazement from his face, one of The Ancient One's sitting in his home, holding his children, he knew Zara was friends with Marti'en, he had seen the two at gatherings together but had not expected her to actually come here to his home to see Tabby and Mal. Mar chuckled "are you done being officious old woman? can I play with him now?" he said as he appeared in the room, Marti'en grinned "only if you play nice and the two of you don't set the house on fire or bring it. I cry for the love I had to give up. I cry for the longing I have in my heart. I cry for the future that holds no joy for me. I cry and I wonder how I can go on feeling this way, lost and alone. I cry, with the knowing that I am lost, confused and alone. Each day I cry. Each day I worry. I worry that I can and will not make it. That I will attempt something irrational. That I will give in and surrender to my sorrow, my pain, my sadness. To take the cowards way out, the easy way out, the wrong.