She grimaced.“We’ve plenty of room for a woodland burial,” I said to Diana, “But not just yet.”“Right,” I addressed Ruth, “I want to k...ow where the tape you made is.”She shook her head.“OK. Diana, do you want to do the honours, or shall I?” I was holding up the scissors.Ruth’s eyes bulged and she made some gurgling sounds, seemingly unaware of what was about to happen. She soon found out. Diana remembered what I had done to her, and set to with a will. In a few minutes Ruth was naked, her. ’ And he does. Wow. It’s suddenly VERY dark. I’m not used to rooms being this dark anymore, not where I live when even at night with the curtains drawn you can still see distinct outlines of everything. ‘Where are you?’ he asks. ‘Really. I can’t find you.’ I take his left hand and feel his fingers curl around mine. He moves closer and I feel his right hand touch my face, then he takes one more small step toward me and we’re kissing. His lips are different but not bad at all and I’m not sure if. John shook his head as he looked around making sure no-one had heard the dying man's words. Shit, John thought, he really hated for the man's body to be raided by the jackals that were there. returning to his feet, John turned toward the saloon.As soon as John was out of sight more than a few people were quickly picking the body clean. John entered the saloon, watching as almost all there moved as far from him as they could.Wincing as he sat, John decided that he needed to look after the graze. It appeared that no furniture had ever been present in the suite; the floor proved uniformly unmarked, as though installed only yesterday. Not so much as a scuff mark, or scratch.Frustrated, remembering Leda rubbing her fingertips together to summon the divan and table in her room, she did the same above the spot where she remembered a wide table sitting. Nothing appeared. “Dammit,” she muttered. “I hate this fucking place.”She leaned against the wall beside the open bathroom door, lifted her.