It made the day drag on endlessly. Today would be even worse. The crowd would be sparse due to the road conditions and it always annoyed him to show a...movie when there were only a few people in the theater. It seemed like a waste of time and resources if you asked him. However, nobody ever asked him anything. It seemed at times as though he was invisible. His days and nights were dull and monotonous and he longed for some excitement in his life.As he started the projector, Steve glanced out. I braced myself for a fit of rage, but instead she just stood up, still holding my hand. She tugged on it.I asked Mike for the last blunt, and he gave it to me. We went into her room, where she turned the fan on and opened her window, letting the midsummer night air fill the room. She creeped over to the door and turned the lock, ensuring entrance from no one. She began to take off her shirt, but I told her not to. I told her I wanted to do it myself.She laid on her bed, where we again began to. I offered her use of my sword. This was the point of honor Sir Steibhian wished to talk to me about. He felt that by loaning her a blade, I was supporting her challenge. I tried to convince him I was not supporting the woman’s side, just enabling her to fight a challenge and not make her forfeit due to the lack of equipment. I explained that “he shouldn’t be afraid of losing against and untutored female squire in heavy steel, being that he was a combat knight and fought regularly in that. "What I'm talking about is you, Scott. Or really, Stephanie. You needto adjust to your new name." Stephanie? Who?" I looked around, realization starting to dawn. Inow knew where I was - I was still in Pete and Stephanie's house. Iwoke up in their bedroom, I put on a robe in their closet. I walkeddown their stairs, and threw up in their toilet. I was now standing intheir kitchen.Looking around, I realized why everything looked different. I wasviewing the room from another angle, one.