She waited for him for what seemed like hours. Around 6pm, Victoria decided to head back downstairs. She hadn’t eaten since early that morning and ...as famished. She was about to door the door, when she heard her husband’s voice. Quietly, she listened to the conversation. ‘And, she’s getting worse, doctor,’ Charles exclaimed. ‘What makes you say that, sir?’ a very masculine voice answered back. ‘Victoria’s been talking out of line, questioning inappropriately, as well as causing trouble!’. "Yes," she said with a little laugh, "I thought it was good. I only read a small part of it at your desk, but your story is so well put together! I could almost see myself in it!" "Yourself?" he asked with a surge of panic. "Yes, the back story was so believable!" she said. "It was easy to imagine yourself being a part of the," she coughed a bit and cleared her throat, "well, being right there while it's all happening." Brian paused for a moment, swallowed nervously and asked, "What did you. That's the important fact to remember. I've thought about what you said about my actions not being consistent with my stated position about not loving Bertie. I admit I'm very fond of her, perhaps even too fond, more fond than is wise for me. I've told her as much, often, in the recent past, in fact. That should be enough. It is certainly enough for me." Does she say she's fond of you too?" She's much more of an emotional person than I, Kenny. The word love doesn't mean the same to her as it. ''My scans detected four human life signs. I dove down and attacked. Unfortunately, the car had a pair of laser cannons mounted on the roof. Their first hits dropped my shields to forty percent and the second set tore right through them like they were paper. I estimate their rate of fire at one shot per gun, per second. I started banking my fighter, which is when the forward part of the ship was perforated, at the same time the port side engine was destroyed. I quickly climbed and headed for.