We arranged to meet for dinner, in the restaurant we had lunch at. We were there for ages, I think we were about the last to leave. We were both prett... emotional – and by then we’d both drunk a bit too much. As I sometimes did, I was sleeping here that night, driving back home in the morning and when we got back we had a night-cap as we sat and talked some more. The combination of emotion and booze obviously got to us and at some stage we both started crying, then hanging on to each other, just. . were they? He was intimately familiar with his sister and mother’s underwear collection, but paid far less attention to his own. He didn’t even recognize his own underpants. They felt different too - tighter, a bette fit.“Oh god,” he said groggily, still too hazy to even question his sister’s presence in his room. “I don’t even remember going to sleep last night.”With a glance over at his desk, Caitlin nodded towards the pen he’d been making notes with.“Found the gift I left you?”“What?”“Your. There was a huge flash of light and then it immediately began to dim. The shot from the crown had done more to disperse the chemicals then whoever had been there. With two of the barrels now mostly extinguished. The Ruth ordered the three ships to halt a final time. Then began firing almost at once. The three split and headed for three of the closest of the crown’s airships. Jake understood their plan instantly. They hoped to use their proximity as a shield from the larger and deadlier of the. ”“Before you go, you might think of Flood’s ‘Explanation of the landscape and everything in it’ as a sort of motto. Maybe that’s what your dissertation is about: Dupain and Williams as two ways of explaining the Australian landscape. Aren’t the people in Dupain’s photos part of the landscape’s ‘everything’?”“Interesting. Very interesting. Thank you. I’m off.”Patrick devoted several hours to Flood’s Archaeology of the Dreamtime. He’d gotten to Kangaroo Island when he recalled the Dreamtime story.