That day night around 9.00 I received a SMS from her number. It was just asking ‘hii, how r u…? had dinner..?’ etc. I replied that ‘I was yet ...o have, what about you..?’She replied that she had dinner and now watching TV, son had slept, she was feeling bored since her aunt had gone to her native. Immediately I called her. She was so happy to pick the call. We chatted for about half-an-hour. She told she was sad that she would miss my company for two weeks. I told that I would call and SMS her. When I sat down beside them, however, Paul quickly switched the laptop around and now had some internet game open on the screen. Unperturbed, I sat and watched them while Derek's parents packed the car and headed to the south coast for a weekend away. This made me slightly concerned, I hadn't been aware that his parents weren't going to be there; I always assumed that we would have adult supervision. I didn't know what I was worried about though, Derek had never done anything to make me worried. The human took a quick sniff of his dirty brown tunic and recoiled fromthe rancid stench. A wide grin spread across his lips. So far not asingle person in the seedy port town of Gadgetzan had taken notice ofhim except as yet another in a wave of hopeful workers. He walked downthe short stretch of corridor and knocked firmly on the door. After afew moments he heard a muffled scrambling noise from and someone paddedup to the other side of the door."Who is it?" came a feminine voice from. I suggested that we take a table in the lounge rather than in the white-tablecloth rooms. It would be much cozier and more conducive to friendly conversation. As we made our way to the table, the ladies went ahead of us, following the maitre d'. I smiled as I saw them together. Greg's wife Megan was one of the few women who seemed tiny next to Stacie. It wasn't that she was so much shorter. In fact, I doubted if she were even an inch shorter. Megan just seemed small in every dimension. Where.