I died. Now I'm apparently not dead. In a room without windows or doors talking to the most stunning woman I'd ever seen. Dream. Or a coma."Can I call...you Kira?" I asked her."Of course," she smiled nodding, "That is my name."I raised my right hand. "Hello, Kira. Whoever you are."She looked at my hand for a moment then slipped hers into mine. She was warm to the touch and her skin was as smooth and soft as silk. She seemed amused at our little introduction."And a hello to you, Harry," she. In twenty-odd years it never had,but they probably didn’t know that. Even if they had, they probablywould still have been edgy. Constant hunger tended to keep peopleslightly paranoid.He gave them their scoops of turkey stuffing, and they moved on.More followed, an almost endless stream of unwashed bodies andpatched clothes mixing in with those who were more recent hard luckvictims. On this day, everyone who came through the doors would befed.In his other life, as he called it, Trevor. ”I look at him and nod, smiling lightly. “I really want to be with you Keenan.”He leans in and kisses me, picking me up in his arms. After a bit he breaks the kiss. “How long do you have before they'll notice you're gone?” He asks quietly.I think. “I don't know, twenty minutes maybe? They're not paying attention to Kristy and I anyw-”He silences me with another kiss as he carries me further into the bushes, laying me down.“Good.” He says and then kisses me deeply. He really did deserve better. ‘What the fuck are you doing Léon?’ Valois asks nearly jumping out of his skin. ‘Correcting a mistake and saving your ass sir.’ ‘Go ahead and shoot me Léon,’ Pierson taunts the man. ‘But do not think you will make it out of this alley alive.’ A drop of sweat trickles down the Prime Minister’s temple and he takes a split second to look down to Ratmmas. It is all the opportunity Pierson needs. With rapid speed he has a Glock pulled and fired. The bullet strikes the Prime Minister between the.