, and so forth. I wondered what was bothering her, then it struck me that she was afraid that if I came up to her room I would want more of what we ha... done by the reservoir. I hadn’t been planning on it, but now that she’d given me the idea I couldn’t resist. So when we reached the lobby, and kissed and hugged good night, I waited until she was well on her way up the stairs, then turned and ran down the hallway to the end, where there was another set of stairs. Dashing up two flights, I made. She was just as confused as I was, but suggested I discuss it with Jonathan who might be able to help me see what my subconscious was trying to tell me."I wonder if it has to do with the old man's daughter," Angela wondered aloud.I had also had that thought but was keeping it to myself. None of that explained why Angela suddenly couldn't feel my presence anymore."Well, we can lay here and think about all the things that it might or might not mean, or we can get on with our lives," I said. "And. Five days of constant torture. Now he realised more than ever, how much in love with her he really was. And now she was swaggering about in underwear, bathrobes and whatnot. Bright idea to move in with her, really. No infernal music this time, so she wasn’t in yet. And she hadn’t done the dishes either … He sighed and picked some items of clothing from the sofa in the living room they shared and disposed of her breakfast remnants. Worst of all, she found someone interesting … who had asked her. . that precipitated the problem, didn’t it?”“It did. But that wasn’t a bad thing, you know. Now, you’re both different people. When you’re ready, you can explore that.”“Yes ... You know, Dulcie, when I met her, she was actually known as Gabrielle. It was only later that she changed.”“I see.” I did. I was quite sure that something had happened to – I suppose a good word is infect – her. But that was something for another time, and probably for James to explore rather than me.My services as an.