Feelings. Humidity. Heat in the air. Soreness in my body. Soreness, I haven’t been aware of that before. Different, this is different. Not fading, n...t disappearing into a void. Not fading. Staying. I still hear sounds, still smell. Eyes? Darkness … no, faded light, filtered light, covered … covered! My eyes are covered! I try to speak … nothing happens. My throat is raspy, dry, and tight. I move my arms. Move the cover from my eyes. My arm hits something, it clatters to the floor. Wood on wood.. I didn’t know. Let him figure it out. ‘I had a nice time studying with you the other night,’ he said. Yes! I was getting a second chance. ‘Me too. I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight.’ ‘Well, I do have plans, but perhaps you’d like to come along. I’m going to see the wrestling team.’ ‘Sure.’ What? Is there a more boring, nerdier sport? I wonder if we have a badminton team. ‘Great. I’ll stop by at six thirty and we can walk together to the Rec center.’ I’ve been driven on dates in. Thirty minutes later the three stood outside a dilapidated hotel in the seedier side of town."You sure?" asked the detective."This is it. Room 213. Can I go now?" asked the young man, not wishing to be seen with the police."Oh, you'd like that wouldn't ya? You take off and leave us pounding on the door of some bogus hotel room" No, man. I swear." You're gonna have to do more than that," said the detective, grabbing Jimmy by the arm and pushing him ahead of them as they entered the lobby. Like. ” Woodge felt an air of independence as he walked meekly up to the station door, but no urge to be free of the crushing control of feminine superiority touched his soul, his only desire was to be back at Hope’s feet as soon as was possible. He checked in with the desk sergeant, and was shown to a room where Blackett sat awaiting him.Hope checked her fob watch as the horses jolted the cab, their impatience seeming to match hers in making the return journey to the hall. Some twenty minutes on,.