He had moved to a different location. I spotted him walking to another area to drill a new hole.I heard that sickening sound of breaking ice. I watche... helplessly as the man disappeared from view.My heart skipped a beat.I had to help him. In my mind, there was no other option.I had asked him earlier if he had a flotation device or some ice picks. He had just laughed at me. It didn't matter. I had to see what I could do.I dialed 911 and then put my phone in the pack on my bike. I looked around. Reading his note book strangely the only stipulation it seemed my mother made was that my father was to be present throughout which surprisingly Lucas was happy with however from his initial remarks father wasn’t so keen. I would describe my mother as a typical church going lady at the time in question was just approaching her early forties. She was the typical home keeper and didn’t real work however spent a large part of her time doing a variety of various little bits to help others.In truth. It’s a beautiful restaurant, the food is fantastic, and you’ll be thinking about it long after the meal is over.We started with the Date and Almond Naan, which was sweet and delicious.The Butter Chicken, known in some places as Makhni, was tender, moist pieces of dark chicken meat, smothered in a delicious sauce with tomatoes, honey, cardamom, and what I am assuming was a pound of laxatives.The Three Greens Saag was wonderful, and not loaded with butter or cream - just fresh and delicious kale,. I was speechless. But I managed to say thanks just the same. After getting myself back to my senses I was still interested in knowing about him. I finally got the courage to ask him. “Ok, before we go any further I want to know who you are. What do you look like, and where are you hiding?” I now realized that this was getting to be a bit frustrating. I was finally getting tired of this game. “Ok, angel, calm down. I was just getting to that,” he crooned. “In fact, I thought it was time we.