Leaving me with an uncomfortable sense of unfamiliarity in my surroundings. Even the magnificent door to the headquarters that had fascinated me the l...st time I was here failed to hold my attention for longer than a glance.I had been here just a few days ago, not accounting for my rendezvous through time, but the change I felt inside me seemed to take even me by surprise. I had become more jaded and couldn’t help but regard everyone seated at the Council’s table with a hint of suspicion. My. But she’s in no hurry to try that. Right now she needs a drink. So she scoots her ass onto a stool at the bar and orders bourbon straight up. She gulps it down, orders a second and then nurses it. She’s not much of a drinker, but that first did feel good going down. She sits at the bar for about a half hour, brushing off the advances of several men and drinking more before an unexpected visitor arrives at her side.“Well fancy meeting you here,” Mandi, the silver haired beauty says as she pokes. Gregg shook his head; uncertain as to whether or not this meant that the spaghetti was good to eat and equally unsure if it meant that the effects of the spliff had not, in fact, quite worn off yet. His attempt to push the thoughts of the obsessively neat pasta from his mind were interrupted by a curious sensation from his feet.He looked down. His shoelaces were unravelling themselves from his shoe in the same way that the spaghetti had uncoiled itself. Now two lengths of pale cord had laid. The company I was with sent me off to college one full day a week, I got my diploma that way. Aside from some courses I've taken at home on-line, that's it." Do you think you lost or gained out of going to a single-sex school, Stan?" Anne asked."A bit of both. In the short term, I think I gained; the Head was right about the fewer distractions thing. Had I been thinking then of university and so on it might have made a difference as to which ones I could get in."In the long term, it didn't gain.