Wick and I sat, exchanging looks while the Maistre digested my words."Wick, you will testify to this man's character? I can take his word for what he ...says?" Orb, I would not be here with him if it were otherwise. The Wizard Weaver has my absolute confidence and trust." The Bard will be debuting a protégé, you said, not a student or an apprentice. He used the word protégé?" Yes, and the two of them will be playing an entire series of new compositions for an entirely new instrument."I had dangled. Mai apnimom ko nahate hue key hole se dekhta tha or mutth marta tha. Ek din suday ko meri chuti thi. Mai subh ghar par hi tha. Meri mom apna ghar ka kaam khatam kar ke bathroom mai nahane gai. Mai key hole se dekhne laga unhone apne saare kapde utar diye or nahane lagi unki nangi gand mere samne thi jise dekh kar mera lund khada ho chuka tha or mai pagalsa ho raha tha. Leki bhich mai darwaja tha. Meri mom naha kar bahar aai unhone safed kar ki salwar kamij pehni thi jo thodi bhig chuhi thiunka. That's what you call Dr. Prince." What do you call him?" He asked me to call him David." Of course he did, especially after he saw you in that sweater." He invited me into his office and asked me how my classes were going. He told me that he'd heard good things about my student teaching." In other words, his usual bullshit." Well, yes, I suppose, it was." Renae thought about that for a moment. "And he kept staring at my chest, much like you're doing right now." Sorry again. I don't get out. The near constant flow through the halls was the lifeblood of the hospital, a sign of its life. However, one figure remained in the hall, pausing from the rush to look up at the clock for a moment. He was a thin man, nearing fifty years old though looking ten years younger. Running a hand through his blonde hair then blinking his blue eyes, he let out a sigh. It was only two more hours before his shift ended, though there was no guarantee that he'd actually be able to go home at that.