Share with me those memories, Revekah, and you will keep them."A deep shuddering yawn shook through her and she realized she had not opened her eyes a...ain since closing them thinking about Geoff's smell. Her body already had that boneless, weightless feeling that heralded sleep. "I can't stay awake any longer, maybe tomorrow." She reluctantly let go of the alien hand she had been holding for so long. An idle random thought coasted through her fading consciousness, 'tomorrow, ' what does that. " "Shit," Kenny Boyle thought, "it's that fucking psycho, Solly Meyer, he's the one who took Jen." "I can't do that," the president replied, "he was convicted and has to serve out his term." "You want me to send you a piece of her a day for the next six weeks," Solly shot back."No, no," Kenny replied quickly, "maybe there's something I could do." "You're fucking right there's something you can do," he answered, "you can give him a fucking pardon, that's what you can do." "Uh, okay," Kenny. She saw right through that. Of course it was true. And here he was again, and all he had left in this world was his job.He'd poured himself a shot of whiskey within minutes of arriving home. He had wanted the whiskey to mask his thoughts, to try and keep his mind off everything - but it was failing miserably. He'd lost count of how many drinks he had consumed now, but knew he wasn't drunk. Or not drunk enough. He was still lucid enough to realize that this wasn't the answer. But he poured. " You want me to help some poor victim? Why, really, I don't know if I can--"Alwyn finished my thought for me. "You don't know if you can showcompassion, if you can love someone unlovely. Yes, I am only too aware ofyour lack of experience in it. It's not characteristic of warriors tolearn that skill, and you seem to put a lot of stock in a person's looks."I defended myself. "It was always my job to toughen them up, and the weakwere never in my army!" I sighed. "I guess I'm not a general.