“We just ran into each other one night and started talking and knew we needed to put the pass in the pass,” Betty said snappy.“Well that is grea.... How have you been?” Julia asked. “Which one of us,” Lydia asked. “Both of you.” “Well we are just fine thanks for asking, how is Max?” Lydia asked, and then looked at Betty who could hardly hold back the hurt when she heard his name. “He is doing fine; we are adjusting to the married life quite well.” Betty could not say a word. Betty had had a. Not a rock cave, because its walls, floor and roof seemed to be heaving membrane, colored white through to red with perhaps touches of purple. Fluid of varying viscosity was dripping off the roof and walls and surging up and down on the sloping floor like a white-water rafting river where it swirls into a whirl pool, or that’s how it seemed. Suddenly a counter-flow of thick lumpy white fluid gushed through a smallish opening downstream. By some strange manipulation Kirsty found her vision. It was marked "Private" and was sealed shut. He tore openthe letter, to find a preprinted greeting addressed to 'Mr. MarkZarnell.'That's the price of working for such a huge company, Mark thought. Theydon't even get your name right. The letter was printed in red inkagainst a light green background which was nearly impossible to read.The combination almost looked like patterns were forming in between thelines. It was very hard to tell. The colors were almost flashing athim, stinging his eyes. It. "Ummm... no. It's cool. I was just... you know." Yeah... this may have been a bad call I can-." Is that Jade?" came a male voice from inside. The mystery was quickly dissolved as the door opened more to reveal a shirtless Beck. No matter how much she couldn't stand her ex, Jade couldn't help but let her eyes linger on his abs. "S'up?"Tori looked embarrassed to be standing there like this, her eyes shut, as if she was wincing in pain."Yeah... this was definitely a bad call... I'm just gonna go-".