Cassy it was that unwittingly raised the subject, by remarking sarcastically “whatever shall we do to pass the time?” she asked the question in al...l innocence, not knowing enough about this man she was sharing her bed with in respect of his hobbies, as other than rather basic sex he was a total stranger! They decided to ring their opposite numbers, Ernest though beat them to it… they put the phone on speaker and sat together all four in a conference call to beat all calls, all finding themselves. More pain and less of a fuzzy head to mask it out. Why was he like this now? He wasn't a student any more -- at least he remembered that much. He could feel the pain, but his head still wasn't working right. What had he been doing last night? Where had he been? A conference. Yes, there was a conference in there somewhere. Reno as well -- he'd been in Reno yesterday. Reno? Was that right? The conference wasn't in Reno, the conference was somewhere else. Concentrate, man, concentrate. Ah, the. Main jaise hi didi ke kamre ke andar ghuskar door ko bolt karta hoon, didi jo ki nighty pahne hue thi aur bed par leti hui thi, uth ke baith jaati hain aur mujhse poochti hainDidi: Kya hua Vishal, tumhaare Jeeju kahan hain?Me: Arre didi, sab batata hoon, thoda baithne to do…Main didi ke paas jaake baith jaata hoon, aur didi ki nighty ko upar kheenchkar unki gori gori thighs ke upar haath pherne lagta hoon. Thodi der haath pherne ke baad main jaise hi didi ko smooch karne ki koshish karta hoon,. Of course they did not live happily ever after, but there were years where the illusion of happiness covered them like warm fuzzy blankets against a cold winter. He paused, thinking back on the countless permutations of operations that followed River and Sweetwater, all the long preparation, that led finally, to the year of blood and fire that removed the Formorian’s control of humanity and slaughter of Fay on this continent. His thoughts once again turned over the waters. He wondered if others.