Yep, that's probably exactly what it is."Seated back at the security supervisor's desk, George locked the office once everyone had cleared out. Regula...ions stated only people of proper and/or higher clearance could be in the same room when conversations regarding classified materials were conducted. George logged himself into the computer system, and while waiting for the computer to go through the security checks, he activated an electronic surveillance countermeasure device to make sure no. “Fuck you, Dahlia,” he mumbles to the pavement.The walk back to his refuge is raw, somewhat bitter, and freezing. It’s never cold enough, though, to make him contemplate shelter other than his cardboard box. It is, however, still cold. And lonely. Settling into his improvised home, he forces another fantasy through his mind. His breathing reverberates off the flimsy corrugated walls. Maybe a hardon will help warm him. Like he needs the excuse. ‘If she could only see what I see,’ he thinks to. " I didn't realise that, I thought she was frightened of the void because it was dark, she did say that she was close before she found me, but you mean -" I mean she would have dissipated in the void, her mind would have been torn apart and when that happens then she would be dead, her body would remain but would be forever empty, just a husk of the person she was." Ichabod said this dispassionately as if it was a fact of life.Chris felt anger then, not at Ichabod but at those who sent Sar'ha,. She welcomed me and we had a long talk over dinner. I went to bed as I was damn tired. Next day after waking up I decided to go on a tour of the village as I wanted to enjoy some of the fresh air. I visited a few friends of mine with whom I used to play during my childhood visit to the village.I went to their fields and talked and relived those old days. In one of those meetings, I met Rekha (obvious name change). She is the sister of one of my friends and we both used to play together too. I.