Isabella stopped looking in the mirror and turned to me dropping thelast skirt right on the floor. She comes close to me, grabbed my headand pressed h...er lips to mine giving me a long kiss."Is it bad? Is it something evil?" she asked breaking the kiss, butstill holding my head.I looked at her surprised, not sure how I should react and she gave meanother long kiss."It is just a kiss, and we can do it if we feel like it. But if wewould do it in front of a camera or in front of a nice rich. Then, just as abruptly as it had begun, he stopped sinking and knew he was no longer in his garden. Dense white fog hung in the air, limiting his vision to nothing. The fog was so thick that Patrick could not even see the solid ground that he could easily feel beneath his soaked feet. Unsure what else to do, Patrick called out a greeting. His voice echoed chillingly off of the fog, coming back to him warped and distorted. He did not call out again. Patrick strained his eyes, hoping to see. In the end, he ended up out side the entrance to the kitchens too exhausted totake another step.With a deep breath, he sank to the floor opposite the painting of the fruit bowl.The painting opposite Harry suddenly swung open. Harry cursed his bad luck; thelast thing he wanted was someone to find him here.�Oh, hello Harry,� said Luna Lovegood as she eme fro from the kitchens.�Hi Luna,� Harry replied wearily.Luna turned around and closed the portrait. Harry was relieved she didn�t seemto make any. ” She slumped forward sighing. Smiling, I stood up and strode down to the water line to my friends’ silent applause. “Jesus fucking Christ Tommy! Who the fuck is that?” Sam always had to say fuck at least once per sentence. “Yeah man I’ve never seen her before.” Stephen. John was quiet as usual. I looked back and it was only now that Eve was picking herself back up. She stood up and almost hit the ground again, she was so unsteady. “Shit I know what that feels like.” Stephen.