I have to be the luckiest guy in the world. I looked at her, black hair with red highlights, pale skin, and her eyes, her eyes are one of the most be...utiful eyes you would ever see. They are light green and can stare into your soul. I put my hand on her cheek and leaned in and kissed her. "you are the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me. I love you with all my hart." I said staring into her eyes. "I love you with all my hart, I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you" she said. "DearJeremy. Enjoy these two gifts we got you. No, she's not a suit, don't goand wear her. Just make good use of it, think of these two as your startfor your own masking bunker. Oh, we're off to a family meeting thisweekend, so we'll be off the gird. Well go in our most scary forms.Ourselves. Have fun, and well be in touch. Andarcus." Okay...okay." Jeremy put the note away, crouching in front of the dollhe had laid out on his couch. "So, sexy, how are you?"Jeremy grabbed the artifical. Doing so might cause suspicions about bodies, while the angel simply sending an email explanation wouldn't create that suspicion because the angel uses emails a great deal. As Majestic Countdown it'd sent many dozens of them.In Jonathon's morning press conference, he produced the body of the email I'd sent him last night. I'd been slightly worried that it'd be intercepted and kept from him, so I was pleased to see that hadn't happened.Judging from the reporters' questions and the commentaries. A soft, sweet and inviting light bathed the porch and said, home can be here, even here. For an uncertain moment she was held at bay before the threshold. He dragged himself past her, shuffling over the sturdy wood floor before collapsing into a cozy old black chair. ‘Come in,’ he instructed. She pushed her anxieties aside, stepped lightly and shut the wooden door on the noisy swamp. ‘I’ll need a washcloth and a bowl for hot water. Is there some way to heat water?’ He smiled gently. ‘Hot.