Just inside was an old man who seemed to be dressed up in some kind of wizards costume. "Nice costume." Keith complimented him, "Looks rather authenti...." The Old Man chuckled, looking pleased at the compliment. "Thank you." he said, still chuckling, "I'm glad that you didn't just think it was a bathrobe." Keith chuckled as well with that one. "Trick or treat" Ben said loudly "What if I choose trick?" The Old Man asked with a grin. "What kind of candy do you have?" Ben spouted impatiently. The. I had bought an old set of army skies. They could be used with army boots as either cross country skies, or downhill skis. They might not be the prettiest skis around, but they were serviceable.That was how I would get to the cave, by using them as cross country skis.After putting on my skis, I put on my backpack, with all the equipment I could conceive of needing. Then I picked up my rifle.I had seen bears in the distance, before, and there was no way I was going out unarmed. My rifle was. . prefect.The Monday after her first contact Elizabeth Anne Boleyn appeared at the office with THREE applicants for prenatal care and WIC.“They live on a boat.”Sudden inhalations of breath almost sucked the windows out of their frames.“They’re Foreigners.”Nearly shattered the glass.“Might be illegals.”The boss descended from her third floor corner office and shook Elizabeth Anne’s hand.So ... Elizabeth Anne Boleyn wasn’t at the airport when Tyche Selene flew the 89% scale Pitts ... and proved. 'Stop feeling sorry for yourself, would you? Evaluate and critique your actions and decisions, sure... fine, but knock off the self-pity. You make me sick to my stomach when you do that. So you killed a self-important, ego-maniacal jerk wad. Big fuckin' deal! Did you have to kill him? No. Could you have handled it better? Maybe, maybe not. Personally, I'd have put that old man in our pocket. But that's me.' His grin widened and flames flared up, swirling around his head. 'You should be more.