We did not talk as she drove. My mind was still roiling over confronting Ross’ abuse. It made little sense for me to be so emotional over things tha...t happened to someone else, but using Ross’ body must have left me susceptible to his emotions. Jeanette chose to give me space.Her house was in the country not far outside of town. It was neat, clean, and attractive, just like Jeanette. The furniture was chosen with care and set off each room, giving it an independent personality. Jeanette gave me. You stand before a large, cheering crowd, in the depths of the deepest barrow. The high-inquisitor has just read your sentence. "For the crime of grand trespass, with the intent to soil our heritage, you are hereby sentenced to be killed via the headman's sword, risen from the dead and killed two more times!" The cackle that followed, the roar of the crowd, as they devoured the festering corpses of those that came before them haunts you; through even the exhaustion of fleeing for your life."I. There wasn’t anything special about the place except that it was out of the way and the roof of the container unit bristled with antennae.I found Monty and Burton in the control room, hunched over a monitor, staring at it. They were deep in conversation. Burton noted my arrival with a quick glance over his shoulder as I stepped into the darkened room. Monty didn’t see me.“So what’s up here?” I asked loudly, startling the man.“Fuck,” Monty exclaimed as he whirled about in his seat to look at me.. Over bites of roasted quail with unexpected flavors of apple and ginger, Michael asked a very unexpected question. ‘Would you give any thought to moving out to the coast, closer to me?’ he asked. I had fantasized about it once or twice, but never took the thought seriously until he said, ‘I could rent you a studio in the city, close to my office, at least on a short-term business until you got your business up and running. I showed your book to the creative director at our ad agency. She liked.