”“How did you know, Luther?”“I know a New Yorker when I hear him speak, Les. I lived the better part of my life there until the need to leave ...as thrust upon me. I would guess you’re from the same part of the city as me? Possibly Lower Manhattan?”“Be very aware – Luther Street – no one here knows of my past and no one will ever know!”“Your past is safe with me, Les. I was given the chance to get out a few years ago, by a close friend. My past is not a good one either, but I have been able to. But still, eight years of isolation didn’t erase her habits. Even without a clock she usually woke at dawn. It was hard for her to get rid of her OCD tendencies as well after she ran off. She had literally needed to discipline herself to stop being a neat freak. If her former co-agents could see her now… And like a light being switched on, Dantes drowsiness disappeared. In its place there was a bitter aftertaste of what could have been. She threw her covers off of her body, humid air basking. I'm worried that we can't wake her up though. But her heart has settled down enough for us to transport her to the hospital. Looks like she took a hit to the head," he said, gesturing to the wound on her forehead that his partner was in the process of bandaging. "But she - " She was at the same wedding I was at earlier today," interrupted Pete in wonderment.The medic had been going to tell Pete about Bobby's report that Julie was a drug user, and that the head wound was not sufficient to cause. Jim puts his arm around Lynn's shoulder and Lynn leans into him just like they are already a couple. "Hanging out with Lynn has been really good for me. My wife died a few months ago and I have missed female companionship." “Jim shared some good memories of John, too.” As Lynn says this, she gives Jim a warm smile. "I am sorry to hear about your loss, Jim. I can tell that Lynn is enjoying your company so if she is happy, I am happy." "I am so lucky that I don't have a jealous husband!" We chat.