Bobby sat alone in Mark's room, trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle of planet Earth. He was just about to quit when the door opened and Loor walked in carrying a tray with two steaming mugs on it. Bobby was met with the chocolate sensation, and the scent of lavender and ointments from Loor. She sat the tray down on the table and sat beside him.

"How are you feeling?" he asked her. She looked up, her eyes filled with an emotion he had never seen in her eyes. Fear.

"I am fine, Pendragon. It is not me I am worried about. Courtney, she has left..." her voice trailed off as she turned her face away from his view.

"And your wounds?" he continued, reaching out and touching the wrap that had been tightly wound around her stomach.

"They are deep, and I am sore, but I will live," she said quietly.

Silence came between them, until...

"I'm sorry I brought you here, Loor," Bobby finally said, "I shouldn't have brought you here away from your home. Especially in such a critical time-,"

"Pendragon, if I truly wanted to I could turn around and leave right now-."

"Let me finish," he demanded. "I came here to hide. And to forget. I should never have brought you into my own shallow place..."

"Pendragon," Loor whispered, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

"No, Loor," he suddenly shouted jerking away, "I came here to forget Courtney, and Mark, and Second Earth, and First Earth, and Veelox, and Denduron, and Cloral, and Eelong, and Spader, and Gunny, and Kasha, and Aja, and, and, and..."

Silence once again filled the room.

"Pendragon, now let me talk. It is okay to forget failure, and it is okay to forget bad past experiences. But don't forget what you've learned up to this point. Don't forget your home. And Pendragon?"

"Yes Loor?" he whispered back weakly. She stood up, grabbed a mug of the brown hot liquid, and turned towards the door.

"Never, ever, forget me." With that she exited the room, leaving Bobby there stunned.