. I don't know, I'd have to say he was at peace. Something happened to him, something powerful, when he was thrashing around in that hospital bed. We ...hought he was going to tear himself up. The nurse, the orderlies, they had to strap him down, sedate him. Later that morning he was exhausted and angry that he couldn't move, but then he was at peace. His eyes ... they lost that haunted look." That is why he cannot kill. It would scar his soul horribly to be the warrior again. His struggles will. Youdon't believe me? Just try getting off a train at Gare de Lyon and findinga taxi driver who can speak French properly.That was my first experience of Paris.I had spent a year living in la Bourgogne, (which now considers itself partof real France) and was due to meet with Serge, the son of a teacher calledLaurence, who I had made friends with in Beaune. At least that was what Iwas told.Laurence had, quite sensibly, as soon as she had learnt to drive, persuadedher Papa to give her some. Googling the address to see where it was located, she was also surprised to see it was only a few blocks from her drab little apartment.On her way home from work one evening, she walked by the address for the club. As she did, there was a limousine pulled up to the curb. The driver opened the back door, and a guy got out, pulling two barely dressed girls on leashes with him. She just stood there in shock, watching as the trio disappeared through the door into the club. As soon as she got home,. I glanced up to see her holding her hand out over the trapdoor opening. When she was sure I was paying attention, she opened her hand and something small and black started to drop. I reached out and caught it as it fell.The object was one of the remotes for the tree house. "You left it on the floor," Ashley told me. She then sat down on the side of the opening and swung her feet onto the second rung of the rope ladder.I slid the key fob into my right pocket. Ashley was starting to descend the.