"I'll see you in the room," she added, then walked off.I sighed, and looked at Edward. "Just ... Ward, promise you'll be careful, okay? Think things t...hrough. Don't say stuff that just comes into your head." Um ... yeah. Wow." He shook his head in disbelief. "Well, dude, I should get up there. Don't want to keep her waiting." Yeah, holding these bags is killing me. I'll see you tomorrow. Have fun." You too!"I just shook my head at his enthusiasm.Naples: Monday NightI unlocked the door to room. “Don’t sweat it, Captain. Go home. Have a drink or two. Get some rest. I’ll call you next week.”“Yes, sir.” Tony came to attention and saluted, then turned and grabbed the rucksack he had been carrying since leaving the desert island. He caught a lift to the parking lot where he had left his car and took off. He was at his home in Cocoa Beach half an hour later.Tony headed inside and looked around his living room. The house wasn’t large, but it was sufficient for a man who lived alone and spent. Thanks to you, it failedso miserably, the word debacle doesn't even manage todescribe the action." Oh, I had help," Morgana calmly informed me, while sippingat her coffee. "I'd never set up an ambush on that scalebefore. And you know this one was far from being simple."***Morgana watched with a small pang as the repatriatedprisoners from Sylvan were met by family and friends whohad thought them lost forever. Too many had been, includingmost of her own family, and if not for the presence of. "Charlotte, wearing one of the Retreat's heavy coats, walked beside Jeff who was clad in jeans and a tee shirt, but, in deference to the snow, wearing his favorite well-worn combat boots. As they crossed the mostly cleared parking lot behind the Retreat, she subtly glanced at the tall man beside her. How does he stand it out here dressed like that? I'm cold without my usual full cold weather gear on, even though this coat is well insulated and thick, yet he's strolling along as if it's a spring.