And there ... Madrid. Spain. Midnight. I'm actually here. Finally. I'm standing in this street. This very street. Near the driveway that leads up to F...rgus Riordan's House. I can't believe it. I need to savor it. This moment of reckoning ... Grey rays of pale moonlight filtered through the trees that were being battered and blown in the fierce wind. A storm. But I felt none of it. I felt as if I'm floating in a breezeless street. Calm. Focused. And weightless."Come with me", said the reaper. "Oh, good morning!" she chimes back, not looking even the least bit offended. Either she was the most patient person in the world, or she'd completely forgotten she'd said anything. Knowing her, you guess it was most likely the latter."Ready for your big day?" she asks you with a polite bow. You give her a quizical look as you throw your legs over the edge of the bed, and onto the floor. Sensing your confusion, she tilts her head to the side. "Tommorow's the Spring Harvest Festival. You did. Alex sat quietly at the dinner table waiting for him to come back out from the bedroom and his shower, but Harold had fallen asleep cross-wise on the bed not leaving any room for her. Alex slept on the couch.The next two days were a whirlwind of packing and buying new clothes for Harold on credit. Credit they didn't have, as near as Alex could tell. Harold kept referring to a new promotion or something, so Alex finally quit asking. She didn't quit worrying. Sunday night Harold packed all his. “What does he want?” Hailey tried.“He said he wants to get a head-start on negotiations for the coming season,” Phil replied. “He was calling from his car as he was stuck in traffic so he wants me to call his office after 10. Shit. I can’t take time away from here to fuck with this. Mom expects me to actually put in honest labor for what she pays me. She would go ape-shit if she found out I was conducting personal business on Barton time.”“She let you do it last week,” Hailey pointed out. Phil.