?”“Master, please, allow me,” Sarosa said, before kneeling down in front of Daniel. “Hey sweetie.”“Sarosa? What’s happening?” Daniel a...ked.“We’re friends, aren’t we sweetie?”“Yes...” Daniel said, falling into a trance-like state.“Friends tell each-other everything, don’t they sweetie?”“Yes...”“So how about you tell me who’s got a genie? Can you tell me that?”“Charlie...”“Good boy, sweetie,” Sarosa said, before turning back to Harry. “Easy-peasy.”“So it’s Charlie,” Harry said, looking. This is your design, heat for life.’ The sporadic melody begins to fade within it’s captor, dims with each passing moment. The energy, though it has not mind, knows in it’s design that the song is all. Must be continued. And it shall be, it also knows. The energy is shy, quests, no more, it sweeps inward with the force of a tidal wave. A tsunami of pure, angry, need. An animal force that Growls in it’s need to use the part of itself to keep the song alive. The heart does not fade, it grows. "Get up," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek.Michael immediately opened his eyes and sat up. "What time is it?" 7:30." Shit! I'm going to be late for work' he exclaimed.Quickly, he got up, ran upstairs, and took a shower. He threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and ran downstairs.Michael kissed Julie good-bye and got in his car.He spent most of the drive into work reflecting on the past 36 hours and what purpose his life was to have, now that he discovered just what he was. Could he. What year?” she asks.“What’s the oldest you have?” he questions, seeing Debbie’s eyes light up as well. She loves wine, and she definitely knows the name. “Ah, it doesn’t matter. The oldest you got,” he quickly adds. “This is a special order for a special woman.”And so, off Hannah goes to the wine storage to dig up the bottle. AS she reaches the door to the storage and restrooms, Alan excuses himself, saying that after all their drinking he really needs to use the restroom. It is partially true.