” The Welsh accent suddenly got dropped as her distain increased.“Okay… champagne it is then.”“Will that be cash or credit?” Her hip went ...ideways as her head bent in the opposite direction.“Er… cash.” Jimmy fished for his wallet.“That’ll be forty pounds Sir.” She blinked and waited for the money.“Wha… Okay.” Two twenty pound notes landed reluctantly on the tray. Gwen spun on her impossibly high heels and presented her arse towards him as she wobbled across the floor towards the bar.Two glasses. Lynda had a physicsproject do at the end of the week for her class at NAU and needed John'shelp with some of the details.As they were finishing up John glanced over to Linda's open physics bookwhich was showing a equation by a guy named Neil Dorner that claimed thatthe equation proved that compressed space could not exist. 'Space has tobe equal to every part of space in every dimension.' But every time Johnlooked at the equation he could not help but feel something was wrong.Now John not being. Walking down the road I realized that there was a black SUV following me over a block away. Two guys inside that creeped me out.Theresa, Gerald's mom, let me into their home. Her eyes hollow and her smile forced. I found Gerald with a small crowd in the living room - the same room that has been the centre of so much in the last week and a half.Billy was standing beside a twenty-something year-old woman that I've never seen before.Melissa was seated by herself on the opposite couch, her daughter. As Rob was walking them out, his mother spoke up."You know, son, it was only by chance we were at the deli today." She looked a little shamefaced. "I'd forgotten all about our regular lunch date."Rob smiled his forgiveness and said, "It's okay. I eat there pretty much everyday now. I had forgotten too, and I'd thought I'd be eating alone today. It's not a problem." We can stay in touch. It's just that, well, now I have things to do," she replied."I understand, Mom. Trust me on that," Rob.