"No, I will never forget how much I loved her. I think about her every night since she left us and I will always remember that," said the man wistfull...y as he smiled at Wolfgang."Daddy, why don't you believe me when I tell you the things I see when I dream?" asked Wolfgang tiredly suddenly changing the subject. Children are notorious for things like that."Son it's not a question of believing or not believing, it's just that it's hard to visualize things from how you describe them."I mean just. I agreed. He looked me in the eye and said ‘I’m not doing you any favours here, just because she looks sweet, don’t think she will give you an easy time, she’s a hard taskmaster!’ A little about me at this point. My name is Peter Rice and I’m 25. I live at home with Mom and Dad and use all my spare time for study – they say I should get out more. I work for a large corporate fuel distributor as a management trainee, my first job since university. The company supplies fuel to the area and as. It's just— Aw, fuck it." Damn, she really was getting a little foul-mouthed, wasn't she? Well, I could sympathize; stress can be tough to handle. And when somebody's just tried to kill you and you find out you're going to be laid up for a pretty long time with no guarantees about even the long-term outcome, and meantime you're just a disembodied voice that only one person can hear, yeah, I could see how all that might be a little stressful."Hey, I'm sorry, too, sweetheart," I told her. "I'm. She took a seat at the far end of the table from me, still casting her eyes around, looking for threats.I waited and the longer I waited, the angrier I got and the angrier I got the hotter my anger got. It didn't take long before I could feel tiny waves of heat lifting off the surface of my skin and not much longer before the tiny waves grew up and felt like they were coming off the surface of an Arizona road in the middle of a hot summer's day.I smelled smoke.Fuck the smoke. I was mad.Anya's.