She spun around staring now seeing her way out. She walked cautiously towards the pathway.“Hello? Is… Is there anyone there? Dahlia? Izzy?” she ...as clinging to any hope, right now farfetched hope was better than none. She had to hold to something. She walked into the next room to see a room dimly lit by neon greens, purples and reds on the walls that formed psychedelic pictures of screaming clowns on the white walls. She started breathing heavily being completely freaked out by the room.. " Neither have I." Robyn dropped her gaze, feeling guilty. "I think I'm thereason. I'm sorry, Meg, I didn't mean for this to happen."Megan reached across Jim's sprawled body to touch Robyn's shoulder gently."It's not your fault. He's a big boy. And we did warn him to slow down."The coffee arrived but they couldn't get Jim to drink any. He pushed itaway and spilled it across the table. They apologized as they helped thewaitress clean up the mess. Megan asked her if she'd call a cab for. And the coolness of the air, I should imagine. I didn’t want to go inside the building myself. I’d seen it all too many times before and like most of the city, it held too many memories for me. Quite honestly I didn’t want to be in Italy at all, let alone Venice and even less so, St Marks Square. For some reason Venice, especially the famous Piazza, had been Mary’s most favourite spot in the whole damned world. Okay, Venice had been the city we’d spent our honeymoon in, but I’d never thought. She whispered I'm going to go with a guy to his Hotel room for an hour or so meet me back here . I said what guy , where ? She didn't answer and left in a hurry. I sat down at one of the outdoor bars and began drinking beer. Since Helen is a German town the beer comes in pints. After my third one I felt pretty loose so I decided to walk around a bit. I bought Andrea a nice necklace in one of the shops and went back to wait for her at the bench. After about thirty minutes she appeared from no.