”“But you said that you meant-,”“I always say that. And,” he added quickly, pointing a finger at her, “it is always true. Except that one ...ime. That time, you had changed your shampoo.”Confused, Amy stared at him. “My shampoo?”“Yes. You usually smell like grapefruit, but that day, you smelled like strawberries.” Amy had a vague memory of new shampoo suddenly appearing in her bathroom on the TARDIS. It had been pink, and she thought it may have been strawberry-scented, but she couldn’t. Sitting on her bed, Julia pulled off her boots and slid out of her jeans. Pulling her t-shirt over her head she sat on her bed in just her underwear. Looking over at the drawer which held her vibrator she felt the tingle between her legs and, reaching over, she was about to pull open the drawer when she heard Josh's voice. "Ms. Wilkinson?" He said. "I can't find a towel. If you just point me in the right direction I'm sure I'll find one. Sorry." Julia paused, the thought of talking to her son's. ‘Make sure you get the rules straight before you start the fight!’ At first, Steve was confused by Chip’s reference to Butch. Then he remembered how he and Chip had watched ‘Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid’ on several Saturday nights while stationed on the base in Cuba. ‘Right! What are the rules of the fight?’ asked Steve as the big man stopped a few feet in front of Steve. ‘There’s only one rule,’ laughed ‘The Butcher’. ‘The first man to die, loses.’ As the pirate leader finished his. Now, hanging quiet, her mind returned to her body; the pain, while still unbearable, decreased a fraction, so long as she did not move. She tried to take a deep breath, but she could not. Her lungs, in her hanging position, remained expanded, mostly filled with air. To inhale, to breathe, she would have to empty them, to expel the stale air that filled them. She would do that, she knew, later; not now.She opened her eyes. Manu stood in front of her, watching her.She hung from her wrists; arms.