Not now, please not now. Dropping my shield, I firedmystic bolts at him with my free hand while trying to keep him at baywith the sword. He dodged ins...de them with ease, grabbing my wrist and twisting the sword from my grasp in one fluid, impossibly fastmovement. I was outmatched. He was going to kill me again. Even as Ithought this he smashed the pommel of the sword down on my head,knocking me out. It was the same move he had used on me 800 years ago.When I came to, a few minutes later, Rune. Of course Megan and Sam wore their pajamas and robes while I wore a pair of boxers and a wife beater tank top. ‘Good morning,’ I smiled, kissing Penelope’s neck as I hugged her from behind, ‘How did you sleep?’ ‘Mmm,’ she purred, leaning back against me, ‘I slept great.’ ‘Uncle Bryan,’ Sam started in, ‘Do you always walk around in your underwear in the morning?’ ‘No,’ I impishly grinned, ‘Not always.’ ‘So, you do put clothes on then,’ Sam said, as a question. ‘No,’ I teased, ‘I usually walk. She didn’t socialize much with her fellow workers. They said “Good morning” or “Good evening” to her. She heard them talking among themselves about their lives but they never asked about hers. They would discuss where they would go to eat lunch but never invited her to join them. Her days were all the same and she walked home over the same streets across the same cracked and broken sidewalks. She passed the same rundown buildings to get to her apartment. She never called it her home, just her. "So, what about your future husband?"I gave her more lead, but I knew I had her. She wasn't going anywhere. It was almost time to reel her in and net her."Future husband? What about him? What do you mean by that?" Won't you have to be friends with your future husband first before you marry him?" Sure, of course, we'd have to start off as friends first before we graduated to being lovers. Yeah, sure, definitely, I'd have to like one another as a friend first with whomever I marry, of course.".