I dialed the number and was asked, "California Highway Patrol; how may I help you?" Yes, can I speak to Officer Mike Monahan please?" I asked."Officer...Monahan is out for training and will be back next week; would you like to leave a message?"I couldn't speak, shocked that he really existed; I said 'no thanks' and I would call back later, and then I hung up. I don't understand how this can be possible, dreaming of someone that I have never met before. That's when it hit me — the accident on PCH. . at least not yet. They had barely had one conversation. Still, she looked forward to dinner with Garak in a way that she had not looked forward to anything, past or present, in years. What she could not foresee was how Garak was feeling at the same moment, that this was the first time in his five years of exile that he actually felt any sort of true happiness-even to the point of being happy he was trapped on this station even if it meant being a lowly tailor for the rest of his life if it. Patrick Sighing he kneels next to me. Lifts my chin and has me look at him. Staring into his icy blue eyes with my grey eyes. He leans in and kisses me gently letting his tongue dance across my bottom lip. Slowly I open my mouth slightly, his tongue slides in and collides with mine. He plants one hand on the floor and the other on my lap. I put my hand on his and whisper please not here, I dont want to get caught. He pulls back and looks at me with a frown. Sighing I look at him and lean into. Another black Suburban was parked in front of my apartment, next to Tanner’s motorcycle. Across from them was Faith’s car.Deputy Lawson climbed out of the Suburban, but Tanner was nowhere to be seen.All concerns over hunger suddenly left me. As soon as we stopped, I hopped out and made a beeline for my apartment.The door was unlocked and I walked in to find Tanner and Faith talking. Tanner sat on one of the stools at the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room with had a cup in.