The office was slowly emptying around her. She was absorbed in the plans on the computer screen before her, intending to adjust it to match the recent...changes. From the solitude of her work she heard a male voice clear his throat and she turned around to see Jeffrey standing in her cubical doorway."Hello." He said coolly, studying her reaction. She knew she looked shocked and nervous."Hello, Jeffrey," she replied standing abruptly. Then she turned back to the screen and bent over saving her. She said she was sorry about leaving like that and she freaked out a little and to please forgive her, she would love to see me again. I answered her by saying “thanks, but no thanks” and wished her “good luck”.She texted me again the next morning apologizing and asking to meet up with her later that day. Since I had already made plans, I told her I couldn’t and that I didn’t think it was a good idea anyway. She responded by saying “I’ll do anything to make it up to you” and she was going to. There is no mistaking Lyd as Mom's daughter they look so much alike. She is a couple of inches taller than Mom but has the same looks, the same coloring and the same sparkling personality that Mom has. She makes friends instantly and that is probably one of the reasons her meeting with her friends had hurt so much. She was not used to being frozen out like she had been. Holding, stroking and cuddling with her seemed to do the trick as she slowly relaxed and began to respond to my strokes. She. They must have been journalists. A van appeared and a bunch of men wearing thick body armor walked out. Each of them carried a rifle. A tall man wearing a trench coat saw Lily and me walking on the road. He approached us."Where have you just been?" he asked."I was just down there," I said."Are you Keith?" Yes, that's me."The man shook my hand. "My name's John Silencer. I'm in charge here. Can you tell me the situation down there? Give me as much information as possible." They're keeping.