”“Next time,” I say waving the waiter over.She laughs, “Right. Next time.” She knows, just like I do, there is no chance of a ‘next time.�...�We get outside and she heads over to the bus stop. I check my watch; it’s 2:15am. Yeah, I’m a prick; sure, I’m gonna let her wait for a bus at this hour.I start to call out to her then realize I have no clue what her name is. I walk over. “Hey, uh, what is your name, anyway?”“Franc?” She says with that tone like she answered that a couple times. I browsed and eventually checked a few out, a couple of collections of Chinese poetry in translation but mostly Japanese literature chosen out of a perverse desire to prove to myself I had broader interests than I wished to accuse myself of. I studiously avoided thinking of the immediate past and focused on centuries and millennia before, and like beaten people I had known who had found solace in austere white art galleries and austere music and lush or austere nature with no one around, I lost. It was just one more reason to like the weapon.He and Becky left at sunup, and she seemed to be in a much better mood than last night. It hadn't started out that way, however. She had seemed a bit surly when Will had her try the Winchester.She began by complaining, "Ain't a damn thing that you can teach me 'bout shootin' a gun!"Her tune had changed quickly after only one shot. "This is one fine rifle!," she had said. "I could take down a darn Buff'ler with this!"Will had assured her that was. .. Kenshin: Enishi... I will stop you here. I won't let you lay a finger on Miss Kaoru!Enishi: You fool... I'll show you my Earthly Justice!Kaoru: Kenshin!Megumi: Hurry! This is no time to mess around!Kaoru: But, Kenshin's--(Megumi slaps her.)Megumi: Pull yourself together! You said it yourself! If you died, Kenshin would blame himself and suffer, so you're not going to die! Now it's time to come through on that!Sanosuke: Let's go, Saitou! We gotta help Kenshin! Let's smash those glasses.