’ Caitlin sighed and realized she was being a big baby, but it didn’t matter because he wasn’t here and she was. She was going to enjoy the rest...of the weekend. Even though the wedding ceremony was unconventional to Caitlin’s tastes, the reception was somewhat normal. It was a sit-down affair and Caitlin was seated with the wedding party’s significant others. The table sat 8, yet there were only 6 at the table. To the left of her were Matt and Danny, boyfriends of the two bridesmaids. They were. Sie war körperlich in Ordnung, trug noch immer ihren dunklen Anzug mit Hose und flachen Pumps. Sie besass noch ihre Waffe und zwei Ersatzmagazine, Ihren Ausweis, ein paar Handschellen mit Schlüssel, ihre Schlüssel für die Wohnung, eine halbvolles Einwegfeuerzeug, eine weisses sauberes Taschentuch und zwei saure Drops, die Sie irgendwo aufgesammelt hatte. Das Handy und die Uhr funktionierten nicht mehr. Vermutlich waren die Akkus und die Batterie leer. Dieses Phänomen hatte Dana schon öfter. Snow, wind and cold had forced him to overcome his fear of being close to his woman. He hadn’t been able to find a crevice deep enough to shelter them. So, instead, he had dug them a partial shelter in the snow and had wrapped the blanket around the both of them. He was pressing most his legs against the blanket, turning it into a tiny tent, and had laid his Lei on his abdomen to keep her warm while he tried to dry her clothes. She had been sweating in them and the humidity hadn’t been able to. I nodded nervously and followed him in. Once inside, he shut and locked the door. I was confused but once more hypnotized when he looked me right in the eye. “So,” he said, “you’re truly my number one fan then?” I nodded, a bit embarrassed when he read my card out loud. I tried to say something but words failed me. “You’re a violinist, fresh graduate from uni?” he enquired, his voice wooden, almost like a poker player determined not to lay his cards on the table just yet. “Yes, but I know.