They were at least 150cm long by 80cm square. I estimated there were at least five hundred boxes in this room. A name was on each box, and many had th... same name.When I approached one and opened it, it was full of all sorts of items that the owner must have considered worth owning at the time. Small boxes inside contained jewellery. Others boxes contained cutlery and dinner services of various precious metals.There were knick-knacks, statues, bowls and even ingots of gold and silver and other. If the Jacksons were shaken up by the buzz by from the F18's and listening to Vicky and I talking about the security reports for this region, stepping on to tarmac hearing the whistles and thumps of explosions in the distance from the tarmac really bothered them by the expressions on their faces. It occurred to me that Emily had never been anywhere near a combat zone. Bob was doing all he could to keep her from jumping out of her skin.Because of my time in the sandbox, I could tell. Piece by piece it faded until there was nothing left. I felt hollow inside and ached as badly as if I’d discovered my family never loved me. I swallowed against the lump in my throat.Felurian looked at me curiously. I could still see myself reflected in her eyes. Then even the perfect vision of my sleeping mind began to fade. I looked desperately at the world around me. I tried to memorize the sight of it, unblinking.Then it was gone.Felurian looked at me there was no rush of power as I had. "I'm immediately excited, but have no idea who it's from. So I'm caught between lust and ignorance. What can I do?Send a reply, I suppose. So I compose a text, keeping the language as neutral as I can. "Hello. You look fascinating, but I don't think we've met. How did you get my number? Are you sure you've sent this to the right person?" I press send and rejoin my friends at the bar but moments later, my pocket buzzes again.I step aside once more and this time, the picture is of a very full.