26: The aftermath in the hospital

Hilde ducked inside the room quickly shutting the door behind her, she decided there was no longer a need to run and rested up against the door in order to catch her breath. Her hand was upon her chest feeling the rapid beat of her heart, she hadn't expected to meet anyone from the past now and especially not at a hospital. Despite this unexpected appearance by a figure of her past, Hilde could not help but remember Pire Smith, a cocky young man, two years her elder and was possibly one to become higher in rank because of his experience with mobile suits for colony workers.

He had had it in for her since she volunteered to become an OZ soldier for their space division; he and his friends would steal her clothes when she was in the shower, sabotage her mobile suit, or simply beat her down when no one was looking. All because they disregarded her because of her gender, she kept her distance from him but Pire would usually come looking for her just for the sake of humiliating her in front of Lady Une or Lt. Nichol, whether it was in the SAT tests, or the mobile suit performance tests.

Eventually Hilde had was tired of letting Pire knock her around like his private punching bag; so one early afternoon during the Mobile suit performance tests' she revealed her true piloting skills no longer wanting to be pinned by the fact that she was girl unfamiliar with combat simulation and beat Pire out of second place. Lady Une declared her an official member of OZ and dismissed Pire for his unwanted behavior towards her and other potential female OZ soldiers, Hilde figured it was the last she was ever going to see of Pire Smith. Obviously she was proved wrong again. "Something wrong, Hilde?" Duo called (initially causing the German girl to jump). Hilde looked in his direction remembering where she had run to; blushing Hilde waved back to him as she made her way over to the chair she was currently sitting in, Duo watched her with curious eyes while she sat down making sure she hadn't dropped any of the bags of food.

He waited for her reply patiently fiddling with the tag on the sheets that blanketed his lower half, he watched Hilde rummage through the bags pulling out two smoothies, a small box containing a salad, one box of French fires, and two containers of Jell-O which he assumed were for him. He eyed food on the bed table hovering above him curiously. As much as he wanted to complain Duo knew his stomach probably couldn't handle any heavy food at the moment, the effects of the sedative was barely noticeable but he could tell it had yet to leave his system. Hilde placed the plastic bags on the back of the chair then reached over to pick up one of the smoothies but the look on Duo's face reminded her that she had yet to answer his question, extracting her hand she leaned back in the chair.

"Nothing's wrong Duo, I just had a run in with some crazy," She replied. "Oh yeah?" He uttered unfazed. Hilde nodded quickly picking up the small box of salad, she removed a plastic fork from off the table and proceeded to eat. Duo arched his eyebrows at the German teenager suspicion creeping into his mind, the American shifted his gaze toward the Jell-O he picked up one of them and ripped the top off of it. Bleh, green jello, He thought his nose scrunching slightly, doesn't the hospital have anything else besides green jello? White, blue, red, or an orange maybe? Duo sniffed at the Jell-O before placing the edge of the contain on his lips, he swallowed the entire morsel whole cringing at the icky sensation of it sliding down his throat.

Hilde crunched on her salad her aquamarine eyes watching Duo's every movement as he swallowed the other container of Jell-O and made another face of disgust, she suppressed a giggle as she swallowed her grounded food. Duo looked in her direction with an amused look on his face as well. "What?" He laughed. "I can't help it if my stomach doesn't agree to the Jell-O entirely!" Hilde laughed aloud covering her mouth with her hand, Duo shrugged his shoulders shaking his head, his heart was thumping wildly at the sound of her laughter, a sound he hadn't heard since they were snow boarding. Her eyes sparkled once more and her face was red from laughing so hard, the 17-year-old boy waited until Hilde's laughter was reduced to nothing but faint giggles. He wished his hand wasn't in a cast it limited his hand movement greatly leaving his fingers to do all the work without much assistance from the lower part of his hand.

Sighing he leaned back in his pillow. "Well, I had fun on this trip while lasted, didn't you?" Duo muttered closing his eyes. Hilde gave him an inquiring look as she swallowed the last morsel of her salad and placed the box and fork into one of the plastic bags. Her eyes and head downcast she rubbed her hands together to warm them up. "I guess...," She replied quietly. Duo opened his eyes completely now, shifting them down at her with an inquiring look of his own, Hilde glanced up at Duo through her bangs managing to put on a small smile despite her hesitation to do so. "Hilde?" Duo whispered sitting up. "What's up?" Hilde lifted her shoulders up a bit rubbing the side of her arm uncomfortable with the thought of spoiling Duo's good mood.

Duo's eyes narrowed, Hilde was defiantly hiding something from him but wouldn't tell him (not that he had room to talk), he couldn't blame for her hesitation. He sighed after a moment of waiting, he reached over picking up one of the smoothies then a spoon wrapped in plastic. Duo would wait when she was good and ready to talk to him about it there was no point in trying to interrogate it out her. "I had fun Duo," She whispered. Duo paused his attempt to suck the incredibly thick smoothie up the straw that stuck out of it, he looked up at her with wide eyes. Hilde looked up at the American revealing her tear stained cheeks coupled by her red eyes, Duo almost bit his tongue in surprise at the sudden display of tears from his friend.

The 17-year-old began to feel a rush of nervousness befall him; one moment she was laughing at his so-called joke the next she was crying, he couldn't understand the strange fluctuation of her emotion. "Hilde, did I say something wrong?!" He exclaimed pushing the table away from him. Hilde began to sob as she shook she head, her hands were covering her face hiding the obvious fact that she was crying. Duo winced at the small throb in his side when reached over to touch Hilde's shoulder with his cast-binded hand. "Hilde, please tell me what's wrong?!" Duo pleaded desperate to make her stop crying.

"I wanted to go with you on Relena's trip because you looked so sad, like something was bothering you. I wanted to cheer you up. I had fun with you and the others, but when that attack came out of nowhere while we were snowboarding, I-I-I was so worried you were gonna... We were gonna die when that mobile suit attacked us.... I thought you were dead when I woke up alone and you weren't holding me ... and then when I found you were hurt so bad I though you were gonna die anyway. Then everything else happened ..... and I -- I couldn't believe that you were alive ... that you're lying in that bed in front of me. I--- l love you Duo, I don't want anything else horrible like this to happen again. Never...!" Hilde sobbed violently, never making a move to stop Duo from pulling her into the bed with him.

Duo hugged Hilde as best as he could without causing any pain upon himself, his torso was screaming with pain but he ignored it for Hilde's sake. He messaged Hilde's back in a circular motion, he sighed tiredly falling back in the bed. Hilde cried for several minutes longer before her crying was reduced to nothing but hiccups. Duo, despite the use of only one arm continued to do his best to comfort the German teenager who reframed from saying anything for the moment, he noticed the redness of her cheeks was still evident as she rubbed her face against his hospital dress. He felt the tremors in her body when she took a deep intake of breath and her hands press against his chest lifting her upper body from off his, Hilde dried her face with the back of her hands. "I'm sorry Duo ... you must think I'm a big baby now," She hiccuped moving to get off the bed. "Nonsense!" Duo chuckled playfully wishing he could stop her. He sat up giving the girl a reassuring smile, he knew it wouldn't cheer her up but at least he got a small smile in return.

Hilde sat herself on the edge of his hospital bed her fingers tapping at the handle below the mattress. "Listen, Hilde," Duo paused hesitantly. She shifted her eyes from her hands back to Duo. "I can't promise nothing like this can happen (a worried look from Hilde was his response), I can't promise to be careful, because these things happen when you least expect them." He paused examining the unsettled gleam reflecting from her eyes before continuing. "But I don't want you to worry about so many things, namely me. That's my job. I appreciate your concern but just remember I able to take care of myself no matter what the situation," He sighed flexing his fingers, Hilde said nothing awaiting him to resume his speech. Reaching over she grasped his injured hand.

"... What I'm trying to say is Hilde... is things will bother me on occasion, but you shouldn't let that upset you. I'll get over it sooner or later. And being part of the Preventer 5, that and my status as a former Gundam pilot and the peace that is now, there's always going to be a disturbance and I'm bound to get hurt." He paused again, but this again Hilde could not remain silent. "Duo, you shouldn't have to get over it, you should come to me, I want to help you too you know. I'm your family and that's what familles do understand?" She said sternly sniffling. Duo just blinked at her with a coy grin, she sighed throwing her hands up in the air angered to some extent. "But I know you, you'll just tell me 'nothin's wrong Hilde, I'm just thinkin'..... Your so stubborn!" Hilde mocked.

Duo rolled his eyes sighing heavily. "Fine, Hilde! If you tell me what's on your mind, I'll do my best to tell you what's on mine. Deal?" He said moving his arm confined in the sling, he winced in pain ceasing all movement of any kind. Hilde looked down at her hand wrapped around Duo's for a moment considering everything he had said to her; there was a distinct feeling inside her telling her Duo would probably forget about this deal afterward and remain keeping his secrets to himself but something else told her to give the young man the benefit of the doubt and trust him like she had for the past years. Swallowing she nodded her head in approval grasping his forearm instead of his hand, Duo's eyes brightened considerably overshadowing the mysterious pain Hilde had been seeing them since the 15th of December. "Deal," She whispered reaching over to hug him. "And I promise not to worry so much." Duo rested his chin on her shoulder and breathed in her personal smell.

Wufei stood on the side of the phone booth as he rummaged through his pockets for spare change, although he had told himself several times he never brought money with him on trips unless it was mandatory. He pulled out his pockets in a futile attempt to find any sort of money but the end result was the same. Wufei was beginning to wish he had brought at least several dollars with him; he thought of hacking into the videophone's data base to use the public phone but the alarm system created by the Preventer's would certainly be triggered and he'd be on the floor surrounded by security before he could even blink.

The Chinese young man cringed at the thought of being forced to the ground like a criminal, brushing the thought aside he stepped away from the public videophone and headed down the hall back to the area where Quatre, Catherine and Dorothy were waiting. They had been at the hospital for over an hour and it had yet to reach the afternoon, Wufei felt as though time was lagging behind him stretching the day out like a worn rubber band ready to snap. He had meant to call Sally before Christmas Eve had come but to his dismay things didn't work out the way he wanted them to. Nothing worked out the way any of them wanted, naturally he wasn't surprised by this turn of events. He was a preventer and expected these sort of things to happen.

He just wished they didn't happen on the one year he actually got a vacation! "Kissama," He uttered kicking an empty trash can across the floor. Sally was probably wondering why he hadn't called her yet, Wufei imagined Sally calling his home phone every other hour to see if he would pick up. But he also knew Sally was a smart woman, she probably figure out all on her own that he was out doing something (or nothing) at the moment; it was either that or she watched news. Hmm, she probably was notified about the situation. Sally would probably want to meet Jin again, Wufei though tiredly sending a wave in Quatre's direction.

Quatre nodded in his direction when Wufei was close enough to greet orally, the young Arabian eyed Wufei's tried face, noting that he was looking more worn out than usual. "Wufei, is there something wrong?" He asked gesturing to the seat across from him. Wufei eyed the uncomfortable plywood constructed chair then at Quatre who he noticed had the same dark circles under his eyes. If this kept up they were all gonna collapse simultaneously from lack of rest and food: Not his idea of a good night's rest. Tilting his head to the side he folded his arms across his chest in a most indignant way.
"There is something bothering me, but it isn't something I'd feel comfortable speaking to you about," Wufei stated calmly.

Quatre was taken aback by Wufei's less than kind words but did not press the issue, he nodded his head reluctantly before returning to Dorothy's side. Wufei studied Quatre's slouched shoulders and his hand that was upon the platinum blonde haired girl's shoulder as they spoke to each other in a hushed tone of voice, Wufei could hear them clearly but wasn't one to eavesdrop on a normal conversation not concerning a mission. Sitting across from him, Catherine Bloom twiddled with the sleeves of her dress shirt her eyes reflecting an ebbing concern Wufei was once unfamiliar with.

His eyes wandered the halls of the hospital watching residents of the building strolling past them and towards the many rooms within, his onyx eyes lowered slightly wishing Sally were with them, she would make sure they were all taken care of, discharged and out of the hospital before the end of the day, but since she was visiting the remaining relatives of her family Wufei knew she wouldn't be back until the new year at the latest. Grumbling under his breath Wufei turned and headed down the hall brushing past Dorothy. Quatre, however, unlike Dorothy wasn't about the young man leave without explaining himself. "Wufei, hold on!" The 17-year-old cried out following after his friend. "Where are you going? Dr. Stansfield isn't even here yet!"

Wufei paused in his steps before turning to meet his comrade's slight inquiring expression, he felt tempted to just turn and leave but he felt as though he say something to the young blonde haired boy standing from across of him. "You all seem to be holding up fine here, I'll be on my way now," Wufei said monotonously. Quatre blinked for a moment unsure why Wufei would want to leave without a word spoken to the others but he wasn't going to stop him, with a nod of his head Quatre said his farewells and Wufei resumed his stride vanishing in the crowd. He had other obligations he had to attend to fortunately, but he would see the others in due time.

Dorothy sat down beside Catherine wearing the same coy expression on her face as she studied Quatre for a brief moment before he turned to meet her pale blue gaze, she nodded in his direction a cat grin upon her face. "So where is Wufei headed off to?" She said lazily. Quatre shrugged his shoulders leaning up against the wall his hands jammed in his pockets, his eyes were downcast examining the dirt on his snow boots. "I'm not sure, but I know he'll show up again," The Arabian blonde stated confidently. Dorothy's smile grew wider at this marveled by Quatre's faith in his friends so-called tenancy to crawl from out of their much deserved solitude just to visit their former comrades in arms, it tickled her very soul. Resting her elbows on atop her lap she tapped her feet rhythmically along with her fingers wrapping against her cheeks.

"I wonder where Trowa is? He's gone for an awfully long time," Catherine looked up her sleeves and explained to Quatre in a brief sentence that he went looking for Ryuusei and Mariemaia who she had brought to the hospital with her, Quatre said nothing but the understanding in his eyes was enough for the knife throwing star. Dorothy continued to bide her time by tapping her feet. Quatre continued to ponder on Wufei's distant behavior (not that he was never distant in the beginning), he just seemed to be bothered by something he obviously had been pondering on for quite awhile now, however Quatre was unable to confirm whether it was because Wufei just hated hospitals or the holiday season, Wufei was a quite a puzzle to put together when it concern his personal feelings. Sighing the young man stared down at his watch it read 11:45am, he hoped that blasted doctor of Heero and Duo's would get here soon so they could discharge the both of them. All this waiting was wearing his nerves down to gravel.

Jin groaned as Mariemaia helped him off the cold ground his legs felt like they had been reduced to Jell-O, he felt as though he would fall over at any minute but Mariemaia's firm grip on his shoulders indicated otherwise. He brushed his hair out of his face wishing they hadn't unbraided it, it was a hassle to untangle and braid at times (especially during winter time). He looked to Mariemaia who kept one hand on his shoulder while she tried to shimmy out of his jacket she had no business wearing, Jin said nothing of it figuring she'd want no fussing from him. He scowled. Damnit when did he become so conscious about her feelings towards his own? Groaning he attempted to move away from her but the orange-red haired girl pulled him back to where he was standing, Jin was beginning to feel his tempter rekindle itself within him.

"Would you let go of me?" He said angrily. Mariemaia ignored him and handed his jacket to him before setting her attention to Ryuusei who was eyeing the operating equipment. "Ryuusei, come here," She called to the little girl. Ryuusei turned to meet Mariemaia's pale blue eyes before running over to the 10-year-old girl, she raised her eyebrows in question. "The backpack please," Mariemaia said in a tone, resembling that of her father's commanding demeanor. Ryuusei's eyes widened for a moment then she slid the backpack off her shoulders sighing with relief, she then handed the bag to Mariemaia.

Mariemaia thanked the little girl as she unzipped the bag and began to rummage through it for whatever she looking for, Jin held his jacket in question wondering where the name of God his boxers along with the rest of his clothes had put, the skimpy hospital dress was becoming more than his pride could bear, especially with Mariemaia and Ryuusei around. "Here," He heard Mariemaia say to him, he looked down at her hand and gazed upon a pair of boxers. He immediately snatched them from her and slipped them over his legs, next he was given an undershirt, a blue T-shirt, a pair of flared baggy pants. Jin removed the hospital dress and put them all on with no hesitation disregarding the pain that was spreading beyond his torso, once he was finish dressing he donned on his jacket making sure the hood was over his head.

He made his way past Mariemaia only to be stopped by her again, but this time he would not stand for it, he wrenched his shoulder out of her grasp and gave her a cold stare. Mariemaia watched him with worried eyes. "Where are you going? St. Gabrielle is closed, everyone's gone home for the holidays, you can't possibly be thinking of leaving?" She stated. Jin looked at her long and hard wondering what exactly she was trying to say to him, he sensed that she wanted him to stay but he knew couldn't, not with doctors with the desire to stick him into an orphanage. Besides he knew lots of places around the area he could stay. "Well, I can't stay here, I hate hospitals," He replied angrily. Mariemaia walked over to him straightening her thick cotton sweater out in the process, she stopped in front of him with a look of determination upon her face, somethng Jin was finding annoying at the moment. "Please stay, even if you hate hospitals. I'm positive Miss Relena, will find you a place to stay," She said almost confidant in herself.

Jin blinked slowly at the short girl for a moment considering her words, part of him wanted to stay but other, something he considered his better judgment, was telling him to leave before things got hairy and he had feeling they would. Looking down at his feet Jin realized why he was feeling such a strong draft beneath him, he was wearing no shoes, groaning he glanced at the door then at Mariemaia. "Give me on reason why I should stay," He said. Mariemaia glanced down at his feet counting every toe on both his feet pondering on the sort of reason besides the one she had just given him to get him to stay put without second thoughts about leaving, Jin's feet were beginning to tap indicating his impatience only feeding his excuse to run out of the hospital, with a sigh she decided the one that registered in her mind was better than nothing. "I.... I want you to stay," She said finally.

Jin eyes widened as they rolled in a circular motion, he made yet another attempt to leave, Mariemaia did not try to stop him but was surprised to see Jin stop halfway out of the door way, his hand pressed up against the door, he turned his gaze in her direction a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks for your concern Mariemaia, but I just can't stay here. I know I can't-.......," He stopped swallowing hard. ".....just know one day, maybe sooner. I'll come back. Until then, you won't see me," Jin searched the girl's face for a hint of some sort of understanding even if it was just barely traceable. Mariemaia walked up beside Ryuusei, she reached into her backpack and revealed a pair of sneakers, in her eyes tears arose but she understood why he wanted to go.

Throwing him the shoes Mariemaia nodded her head meekly, Jin's smile only grew brighter. "Get going," She said wearily. Jin nodded and rushed out of the room in a hurry careful not to draw attention to himself, Mariemaia stared at the swinging door for a moment blinking back the oncoming tears, however she had not the time to wipe them from her face. No sooner than Jin had left Trowa came strolling through the hall his eyes turned their direction, Ryuusei was up and running toward the door crying happily in Japanese, Mariemaia noticed Trowa do a double take as the little girl burst through the double doors and latched herself to his leg.

"Ryuusei," He said softly kneeling down to greet the little girl. Ryuusei spoke exuberantly to Trowa in her native tongue Trowa did his best to follow her quick sentences as he lifted her off the ground. "Where's Mariemaia?" He said to her. Ryuusei currently playing with his bangs pointed to the swinging doors, Trowa carefully stepped into the Emergency room spotting Mariemaia close to the door just by a few feet, he noted that she seemed to be distraught over something. "Mariemaia..... huh?" He blinked with uncertainty when he also remembered that Jin was supposed to be in this room as well. He examined the operating table and noticed that the sheet had been thrown back and the hospital dress was on the ground in a heap and that Jin was nowhere in sight. "Where's Jin?"

Mariemaia shook her head as she walked toward Trowa clutching her backpack, she nodded in his direction and awaited him to lead her out of the room back to Catherine. Trowa examined the room for another moment before he turning to leave the room, Mariemaia trailed behind him glancing down the hallway she thought she saw him standing somewhere in the disorganized crowd of people inside the building. "Something wrong Mariemaia?" Trowa's voice broke her attention away from the hall, she turned to meet his concerned green eyes. "No, nothing's wrong," The 10-year-old replied sullenly walking ahead of him. Trowa glared at her retreating back knowing she was thinking; he had a feeling she had let Jin leave the hospital willingly and if he was right, it was most uncertain when they would see him again. Making sure Ryuusei was safely secured in his arms Trowa headed off after Mariemaia, but not without taking another look at the still swinging double doors. Hn; Running's not the answer to your problems Jin.

Wufei stepped outside of the hospital a wave of cold fresh mountain air hit him as he traveled across the snow riddled sidewalk, he gazed dreamily into space while keeping his mind focused on his desired destination. He would head back to the cabin, gather his things and leave (maybe borrow some money from Relena beforehand). In either case Wufei could not stand to stay in one place for very long. The sensation in his legs was telling him to start moving, start traveling again; Wufei could not agree with the feeling more.

As much as he loved to see the others he loved to travel about even more, this was something they all understood so he did not bother to leave any explanations behind. Shoving his hands into his pockets he continued down the path glance momentarily side to side when he paused in his steps, his feet just tilting off the edge of the sidewalk. His onyx eyes averted towards the left at a shadowed figure standing across the street from him watching him through his hood, Wufei knew with a certainty who the figure was.

"Shouldn't you be in the hospital?" He asked. The figure moved slightly indicating he was taking these words as an offense to his ability to take care of himself. "I don't know? Shouldn't you be with your friends?" Jin responded haughtily. Wufei grinned in response, the only thing he make out on the young man was his nose, chapped lips, and chin not shadowed by the hood of his jacket, his lips were in taught in a straight line. Wufei imagined Jin wearing a deadpan face although his voice betrayed him when he tried to hide his emotions, shrugging Wufei continued onward across the moist street.

In the corner of his eye he could see Jin watching his every move until he jumped onto the other sidewalk, Wufei was now just across from him. Wufei stared at the boy with such a strength that he could sense he was intimidated not by the way Jin inched away but the way his mouth dropped slightly. "You should go back, they have no intentions of harming you," Wufei said to him. Jin's head averted upward his hood fell from his head revealing his pale face, Jin's jawbone was taught showing no signs of immaturity, the baby fat was nearly gone; this Wufei found that to be strange. When Jin's head came down his eyes met Wufei's and without a word Jin ran down the sidewalk as fast as he could. Wufei watched the young man's retreating figure; he had once felt the way Jin was feeling, in a way the Chinese preventer could probably sympathize with the 13-year-old more so than the others; this was only because of his lack of interaction with the young man. Inhaling the 17-year-old headed down the sidewalk in hopes he could hail a cab before his legs froze up from the cold temperatures.

Une sat upon the window seat inside her office of Preventers HQ, her legs were in bent position not close to her chest, outstretched slightly with her elbows resting upon knees. At her feet resided a beautifully crafted urn painted in blue-green spirals that traveled downward towards its rim, Une was tempted to knock the object from her window seat the sheer non-senable presence of a dead body reduced to ashes was not what she had wanted to see that cloudy evening. She had the Alliance miltary base under Preventer servailnce and were having the half constructed Gundams taken apart for smelting.

Une had come back to HQ, Eriol and Jennie Wheeler reported on their interrogation with Gabirelle Shore down to the smallest detail. She thanked and dismissed them to their normal duties; Gabrielle was taken to the nearest government jail facility. Une was brought out of her thoughts when she heard her office door open. The German woman was on full alert having not expected anyone to come and visit her during the lunch hour, she watched as Zechs stepped into the room with a package wrapped in brown paper in one hand and a clipboard in the other, he was wearing his usual Preventer's attire excluding the jacket.

Une found it strange to see Zechs without the jacket donned on his shoulders but said nothing of it as he came up to her; his expression was anything but warm and greeting. Arching her eyebrows Une stared at the brown package then at the clip before finally resting her brown eyes upon Zechs. Did you find anything?" She asked. "Yes," Zechs nodded glancing down at the clip board. "It would seem Margaret Cypher has living family, no blood relatives, however. She had arranged a divorce from her husband Gene Cypher, she also had a son," Zechs flipped through the papers upon the clip board until his eyes laid upon the desired sheet. "His name is Katsuya Cypher, born A.C. 186, age 13; he was to be left in the custody of his father if anything were to happen Margaret." Une's eyes fell down at the urn with an uncertain look reflecting in them.

Zechs knew exactly what the 22-year-old woman was thinking, how they were going to explain to Margaret's family why she in a state of ashes and explain what had happened to her (or at least a believable lie). "Where do they live?" Came Une's quiet reply. Zechs looked down at the page for a moment scanning the information that his superior wished to know. "They've currently moved into the L1 Colony X18999, his father works on one of the colonies many construction sites concerning the interior of the colony, Katsuya helps him," Zechs explained briefly. Rising from her window seat Une reached over and in picking up the Urn she motioned for the platinum blonde to follow her out of the room, Zechs looked down at the place where the urn once resided before running off to catch up with the hasty Lady Une.

(TBC.....) Final interlude 09, next, after; 27: The difficulties of moving forward.