)Tomoe: What is it? Iizuka was just--(Katakai and Iizuka rush in.)Katakai: Himura!Kenshin: Katakai, what is it? You're supposed to be guarding Katsura...at the meeting--Katakai: The secret meeting place, the Ikedaya--it was raided by the Shinsengumi!Iizuka: So information is getting out!Kenshin: What about Katsura!Katakai: It was too soon for him to reach the Ikedaya, so the head of Tsushima was acting in his place--and then because he was taking a nap, he narrowly avoided the disaster--but. So she was drawn towards the shower.When we got to the shower entrance we saw it was crude, coed (it was a nude beach), and provided no privacy at all; the entire inside was an undivided space. The entrance was basically an opening in the wall the size of two doors. There was no door. While the building was positioned at an angle from the path, passersby could see in if they looked. The opening was flanked by two crude sinks on each side. The wall opposite the entrance had about 10 “rainfall”. Two of them were the same odd shape, the third was long and thin. “This,” he said, “is the third day of Christmas. The song calls for three French hens.” He handed her one of the odd-shaped packages. “The first French hen.”She unwrapped a ping-pong paddle. It had rubber on one side and sandpaper on the other. She knew instantly that this was how he was going to warm up her butt. “Oh Jonathan!” She kissed him, sticking her tongue in his mouth as he fondled her still-chilly butt.Before she could. Once he put the phone down, he put his elbows against the counter and looked over at the woman.“Think your sire is really dead?” she said.“ ... maybe.” He managed a slow nod, and shifted out of his coat before hanging it up. Did he feel sad? Was he relieved? Was he happy? He couldn’t tell. Viktor was a scary man, but he’d always been a reliable man. Decades of knowing his sire was there, an anchor for the Invictus and a terrifying, powerful elder Kindred, just gone in a single night.Not just.