Today I will take the metro, at the same time of course. The wheels will squeak and squeal in just the same way. I will breathe in the people and the ...cent of their lives. I will get off at Gran Via. The train will slip away, leaving my nose filled with tunnel air, stale and temporary. I will walk to Puerta del Sol, past painted young women offering morning sex. I will enter the cafe. I will hear the rattle of silver spoons on china saucers, and the motion of smooth plates in stacks. Things. ” He handed her a small earthenware jar and pointed to a large water trough in the corner of the shop. Melissia snatched it from him and went to attend her burnt and bruised body.While Melissia attended to her wounds and washed herself another messenger arrived outside. This time it was good news for the Tribune. Two more cohorts were approaching from the north, these would swell his army to 900 men, he was jubilant.‘Let them try and rescue her now’ he thought to himself.While Antoninus waited. His last words before fallingasleep was "stay away Cupid." The CupidThe Cupid knew that the Fairy Powder #2-14 would do its job. And nowall he had to do was to wait until the guy that was shot last night,came to the soon-to-be girl. And if the Cupid knew anything, it was thepower of his bow. He knew that the guy would not be able to stay awayfrom her long. He would be here soon.But the guy didn't come and the Cupid had to wait longer. The Cupidhated to wait. Every time the phone rang and heard. With grunts of pain, she pushed herself up on her arms and waddled forward, huffing and puffing like an old steam locomotive, her face a pained grimace of fury. Once she reached the end of the bars, she just let go and Jon nearly sprained an ankle in the attempt to catch her, before she piled into a heap on the floor. Once in his arms she started to cry heartbreakingly and Jon rubbed her back, trying to calm her down."I'm so sorry Jon," she muttered between sobs."It's okay, honey." Bloody.