“Breathe with me. Can you do that?”“Yeah,” I answered, in a shaky voice.“Deep breath, inhale…exhale…inhale...exhale…good, you’re oka..., Alex. Nothing’s going to happen to you. I’m with you. You’re not alone.”“I feel like the space is going to close in on me.” This whole ordeal was triggering events I did not want to ever experience—trauma from my childhood.“It won’t. That doesn’t happen inside of elevators. Just keep breathing. Inhale...exhale…”My breathing slowed down, but I felt dizzy.“Good. I’ve never seen a Dwarf with one so thick.”Dulgan nodded. “Duin was famous fer bein’ a warrior, no’ a Maker.”Duin’s image stroked his beard with care, a self-satisfied smile on his face.Then someone pounded on the door from the other side.“Master Ironhand! Please hurry!” Mokul called.Dulgan shook off the wonder decorating his face.“Aye. Ya mus’ come wi’ me if’n ya wanna live.” He announced grimly. “Grab all yer stuff, ‘cause ya won’ be comin’ back.”“Dulgan?” John cocked his head. “What’s going. . So when the young Frenchman, with the well groomed moustache, had approached and asked him if he could dance with his ‘Belle Femme’,it had been his pleasure to pass over her hand. He knew it would incense her in so many ways and he liked her angry too. Surprisingly, he had expected her to refuse, she had smiled broadly into the handsome, dark face and had skipped off back to the dance. He felt a little pique, then annoyance.. The classic double bluff. He watched as they danced together to a. Every year, every single year except for when he was a prisoner in the war, and even then when he came home to me he gave me the Valentine's Wishes he'd made when he was away. Just little scraps of paper. But always something. And every year since then we have made our own Wishes for each other. We didn't buy the cards from shops. They couldn't say what we wanted to say." I have my Wish with me now you know. He will love it. He always does."Sally swallowed hard. Any more of this and she would.