‘I can see you’re going to need a lot of taking care of, darling! Now, you rest and I’ll go and make a pot of tea – that’ll make you feel be...ter!’ My mother’s cure for everything, from the weather to inflation, was to make a pot of tea. When I saw Johnny being helped out of the car by his friend, I nearly fainted. I rushed to help, my heart pounding, and hardly heard Smithy saying it was all right, he wasn’t badly hurt. I wondered if I should call the doctor, but I knew Johnny would say I was. .. and two-weeks later he was dead... by an accidental bullet fired from Link Morgan's rifle." That sonofabitch... he'd probably even cheat at Monopoly!" Steve Foster derided, lighting a cigarette.Mark couldn't help but snicker at the remark. "You write too much crap for that expose mag you work for, Steve." Maybe... maybe, but I know a lousy crook when I see one... if that gentle term can qualify such a filthy looking bastard." The slender, bearded writer returned, pulling a note-book and. ”“Well, I owe you one, anyway. So - Legion of the Dead and a Warden, hey? I didn’t know you could be both.”Sigrun responded, explaining her unusual circumstances to the recently-comatose Warden; I watched them talk for a few minutes before slipping out silently once it was clear they’d both relaxed somewhat. That’s all I can do for Sigrun – the rest is up to them.I’d just sat down to start on my never-ending pile of paperwork when Seranni appeared at my door.“Spar?” she asked. “Today is my last. She'd spun around to face me when she's heard my footsteps on the cement floor, and I still don't know which one of us were more shocked. It was pathetic.Her cheeks were packed like a squirrel's, with a long wet piece of the chewed tape escaping the corner of her overful mouth. She had pieces of it stuck to her forehead, and to her hands, with some even tangled in her hair. What does one say in such a situation? I still don't know. She turned a bright crimson and made a shrieking 'mmfff' noise..