He wondered over the changes. More than once in the last few weeks he felt he was surely loosing his mind.What had, up until Sasha's death, been a rel...atively calm existence had suddenly turned into one that was dangerous, holding new perils around every corner.Michael hated feeling as if he was out of control, and that was exactly how he felt right now.Whoever "Aoife" was there was obviously an agenda there.Nigel seemed to have good intentions but then he could not read the man, so his designs. " Rhonda requested."Si, un momento por favor" replied the Latin bartender. She turned around to her to customers and was greeted by the sight of an old friend. "Well, a very good evening to you Mrs. Anderson." announced Maria Ramirez, a former foe of Barbara's.Barbara was looking away from the bar when she heard that familiar voice. Her head snapped around and she gasped audibly when she recognized the bartender. Maria's jet black hair cascaded down past her bare shoulders to the middle of her. .. beautiful.They're just incredibly stunning. And I... hate that. I hate the fact thatevery day I'm becoming less like them. I have had this feeling for awhile, especially when my sister went to those ballet lessons, but now ismore intense than ever."Santa looked at the letter, surprised. That poor kid was pouring his hearton that letter. Santa knew that probably, this was the only way he couldexpress those feelings. That wasn't the first time he read that kind ofletter."Santa, I know this is. I find it hard to believe these three are Napoleon's lackeys. Saul will be safe with them.That's the last one, Saber says as he looks over the empty ground. I can see from the haunted look in his eye, this journey is a trial for him as well.Everyone in, he commands.Nimrod and Saul hug one last time. I give Saul a long kiss good-by.May the universe guide you, I intone to Saul.What does that mean? Holiday says in a stage whisper.Just get in, Saber shakes his head.And the the Protectors climb into.