”I’ve noticed!” Both of them were quiet for awhile, lost in their own thoughts, as they regained their strength. Rashmi finally broke the silenc....”You know what I’d really like to do sometime?””What’s that?””I’d like for us to go out of town together, some weekend. Someplace where now one would know us. I could get dressed up for you, anyway you would want, and we could go out . . .to a bar or for dinner. We would be all over each other so that anyone who saw us would know that I was yours and. "I'm X" He replies. He than notice that Rathazul is slow moving and seems to be crickled skin somewhat. "Hey are you okay?" X asks worried for the rat. "Ah yea I'm quite able as a old rat really." X's hunch is assured about the rat being old. Ratzahul shaeks his head and says, "Wish I could do something to help you but don't think I can." X nods his head and walks off bidding the rat a farewell. He returns to the camp ground as his stomach rumbles. "Shit... I need food. Maybe there's smething. Ben Cross had written the letter of recommendation and, by the sound of it, he and Conrad Thompson were friends or at least acquaintances.I identified myself to the receptionist and she pointed me in the direction of the newsroom. I'd been in a couple of them before but not one for a television station. However, they were almost always a beehive of activity at this time of the day. I looked around and was about to start searching for Mr. Thompson when an attractive young woman approached. Twelve felt pretty sure that Innocence wouldn’t be happy for long staying with her in her tiny bedsit and she was also fairly sure that her own lifestyle would soon conflict very untidily with what she knew of Innocence’s while she had lived in Labia. She racked her brains as to what she could do with her, and was convinced she’d found a solution when she saw an advertisement in the local newspaper announcing that her friend Honore L’Oeuf was visiting the city. She felt sure that Innocence.