He always used too much cologne. Not too promising, I though. He’s obviously a bit tense. I was hoping we’d be back to normal. But perhaps it’s ...hat we deserve. I’ve not been a saint either. “It’s so nice to see you again,” I told him. “I hope we’re okay.” “Yes, of course. We’re still the same.” I could see he was trying hard to mean it. “You won’t believe how glad I am to hear you say that. I know it’s been hard for you, but I promise you I’ll still kick your ass in Quake.” We both laughed. .” Jeff began.“That’s not a saber-tooth — guaranteed,” Morales said as he turned in the direction of the sound. “The hair has been standing up on my neck ever since I walked out of the cave, and I think it’s because of that thing. Too bad we didn’t get to see it before Ship moved it.”“Ship will have a recording of it, and you’ll get a chance to see what it is. In the meantime, maybe it will take a hint and go in another direction when she lets it loose,” Jeff commented.“I’ve never heard. ....., and we were climbing, and then another climb and later....we were looking down at where the lake went back between two granite outcrops, no more than twenty feet wide. Four hundred yards again, we could see metal doors, like garage doors, backed up into the granite and around them, a facing of limestone boulders, each about head-sized."Okay, baby, that's the boathouse, this is so cool, there is a door in there, and we need the flashlight, and then there is this massive limestone like. The less privileged lived in overcrowded and rotting houses. Many were refugees who'd migrated not from distant war-torn or famine-struck foreign countries but from the hinterland of the River Thames that had finally been overwhelmed by the rising tide. The traffic in South London's congested roads was a miscellaneous assortment of electric cars and buses, bicycle-driven vehicles and even make-shift carts pulled by donkeys and mules.Reigate was beyond a ridge of hills and thus relatively safe.