.." Calm down Tim, I did that to you, and when I did you gave me this key." I gave it to you? But I thought it was lost when my wife died!" You had it...all along, until I pulled your encasement out, then you turned it over to me. You are mine now." But how?" Robyn said in her letter that she is sorry it turned out like this and she loves you" You knew Robyn?" No it was in the letter you gave me with the key." I carried a letter with me for two years and it was still legible?" It was digital on a. Rhys limped down the stairs. With some effort, he went to a knee and pulled Lishaka into a fierce hug. “I’m so glad you’re safe,” he muttered into her fiery red topknot.“Hey, don’t crush little ol’ me,” the goblin sputtered, returning the hug with gusto. Waves of power seemed to radiate off Rhys like heat from an oven. The goblin pecked a shy kiss onto his stubbly cheek. “Nice to see you’re still in one piece.”“More or less,” he muttered before letting her go. Grunting softly, he pulled himself. All thoughts of Goethe and the theatre receded, vanishing back into the past along with his mother’s garden. Strange, he mused, how often a single word, a sound or an aroma can initiate in the mind an entire sequence of memories, thoughts and reminiscences. Plato believed that the mind contained deep within it, shrouded wisdom that the soul had gathered in previous existences and at certain random instances, fragments of this knowledge would come to the surface. Perhaps he had lived before;. “Nothing for me, thanks.” Then, turning to me, you just nodded and said. “The lady will have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.” The waiter nodded and moved away, until I called to him, “Room 220. Please make sure it is billed to room 220.” He nodded and moved off to the bar. “Why did you do that? I can buy you a drink.” The look on your face somewhere between shock and mirth. “Because I can! All part of the new brave, independent me.” Then, as an afterthought, I added, “Best we keep this bit as.