Isn't your name Amy?" the woman inquired. Amy smiled back and nodded yes before asking the stranger if she would like sit down and join them for a dr...nk. Wondering to himself just how Amy knew this person, Eric was a little surprised to have her slide into his side of the booth instead of Amy's. Never-the-less, he was perfectly content being flanked on each side by a beautiful woman. Amy introduced her acquaintance as Jesse just before the waitress returned to take Jesse's order. "I hear. I invited you to dinner," he said."Okay, but you didn't really," she said. Her voice never changed. It wasn't exactly a monotone as much as a lock of emotions. Nothing showed any emotion when she spoke. She seemed to be struggling trying to find just the right word and tone. He thought she might be trying to cover her lack of emotion with some kind of intellectual decision that certain situations needed a particular emotion.After dinner they drove to the home of Rachel Waters. The house was no. Sitting there, looking into the mirror, seeing the sight of the man who looked so differently from the reflection that I would gaze at each day I heard a soft sigh escape another’s lips, a voice barely above a whisper say, ‘I don’t know why he would think I would be capable of doing this, I’ve never done anything right, ever.’ I could feel the tremor in her voice, the pain and nervousness which filled her thoughts, my heart, my soul crying out in unison the same. ‘I know. I don’t know why he. Vasin shrugged.“He is undead.” Svend said, as though that explained everything.When John and Vasin gave him an expectant look, he continued, “Water traps the undead. They cannot move in it, or through it. That is why our walls have a water-filled moat outside. How do you not know this?”Vasin shrugged again. “The Mad Emperor is the only undead in the entire Bay, that I know of. His prison was already built when I first arrived at the island. I was not permitted inside, so I only know what others.