Denise was in the bathroom getting out of her wet clothes and putting on her bathrobe. Sam walked in to the living room and knelt down beside the fire...lace. He pushed a button the marble slab beneath the fire and flames licked the artificial coals. Going to the drinks cabinet, he took a glass and poured himself a brandy. He sat in front of the fire while sipping at his drink. ‘Do I not get one?’ Denise asked from the doorway. She walked to him, her silk bathrobe hugging her in all the right. The flight cabin had room for four people and there was a comfortable service room behind it. The suit bay behind it was empty tonight. I'd left the suit back at the fortress, this was just a good way to get away from it all and think, and still give myself some time with Wing.There's no real 'talking' when it comes to Wing, not as far as 'friendly conversation' goes, but when I'm around her now, I sort of feel her moving around the edges of my thoughts. I try feeling for the edges of hers as. " I swung my feet out and placed them upon the running board step plate, over a script-style writing saying, 'Ford' that was stamped into the chrome. "Abigail!" I heard someone call, as the boy and another man approached. "Are you alright?" I found myself nodding, somehow answering to the strange name. I looked at them approaching, and a blank expression on my face met the young man as he quickly knelt beside the automobile. "Are you hurt, Abby?" "I think she hit her bean." The boy. Open up this door right now." I ordered. "NO!!" she said. Christi!! Open up this door or I'll break it down!!" She unlocked the door, swinging it releasing her hand as she jumped back on the bed, face in pillow crying. "Christi. Look at me." "No dad. Please leave." "I want to talk about this." There's nothing to talk about. Please leave."Though I tried, she never wanted to talk about that night It was several weeks later that I had woken up in the middle of the night to take a piss. As I passed.