Hello. I know, quicker chapter, but I've been really inspired to write this. My little brother, who is aspiring to be the third (and final) of the children in our family to join this site and is working on his first one-shot, read this story, and really liked it. So, he told me to write this chapter. If you didn't know, as I'm writing this chapter, the chapter before this one hasn't even been put on I have no internet access. Blame the fact that I'm skiing and living in a condominium for the weekend. It sucks that they don't have wireless internet.

Yes. I made up Catahu. It's just my made-up village. It's pretty far from Balamb; I'll just tell you that. Where exactly, I don't know…I made it up on the spot. Just random typing…damn, now you know my secret. And Guika is pronounced Geekah. I just thought that people might want to know that.

Disclaimer of…Dangerous Dainty Daggers: I know, lame name. But whatever…the name doesn't make the disclaimer. But I don't own FF8. Yeah, you heard me. Yeah.


Selphie Tilmett POV

"Mommy, I don't like lima beans. Let's buy string beans instead." Serenity asks me as we walk down the narrow aisles of the local market. This has to be the fourth item she has negotiated out of. For a five-year-old, she could be a lawyer.

"Okay, but this is the last exchange we are making. You know, I like lima beans, I like kiwis, and I like squash. Just because you don't like them doesn't mean I don't like them." I remind my little girl, who nods in understanding.

A medium-pitch beep of my communicator disrupts the conversation I'm having with my daughter. The communicator number is unfamiliar, but politely I answer anyway.

"Hello, Selphie Tilmett speaking." I speak into the black box, balancing it between my ear and my shoulder as I continue grocery shopping with my daughter. It's a skill that we mothers are masters at.

"'Llo Sefie…this is Irvine Kinneas." It was Irvine, as in Irvine Kinneas, my dead ex-boyfriend. But as of now, I'm not sure about the dead part.

I stop the cart. This is too weird. "Excuse me; did you just say your name is Irvine Kinneas?" I swear, my eyes must be bulging out of my head at this point, and Serenity is pulling at my leg and asking me if I'm alright, but I'm oblivious to everything around me. All I can focus on is that I could be talking to my lost love.

"Yes ma'am." I can almost hear the smirk in his voice, a trademark Irvine Kinneas move. If this is a joke, they did their homework. He's pretty convincing.

"Holy Hyne…Irvine Kinneas is dead. He died five years and five months ago…almost to this day. There is no way that you can be him." I was angry by this point. This had to be a joke, and a mean one at that. Gees, is someone really trying to piss me off or what?

There is a slight pause, which could either be for thinking or, if it really is Irvine, shock that it's been that long. It has been a long time. "Five years and five months…holy Hyne I didn't know it was that long. So that means I was in that coma for…three years and three months. Holy shit…I owe the Guikas big time for taking care of me for 3 years. Oh man…" I have no idea what he is talking to. He drifted off a bit, signaling he was probably talking to himself…no, don't believe that. He's just doing that to trick me. Man, this guy had a whole plan worked out. I had to congratulate him for that.

"Yes. It has been five years and five months. Why don't you know that? And more importantly, where have you been for all this time?" I'm on the verge of tears, I'm sick of this joke. It's not funny anymore. It's destroying me.

"I'm in Catahu. It's a small village near my flighter ship's crash site. If you get a map of the area, you'll find it. And I was in a coma for three years and three months. When I awoke, I had no memory of anything. I have been working for the Guika family for two years and two months, trying to remember who I was. All I remembered was you. Knew that from the letter you gave me before I left. I'll read it to you if you want me to. Though I'll be hard to read it through the blood. Then I finally remembered when I saw a SeeD recruit." His voice is a little drawled, almost choked up. Is he…crying? Is this really Irvine Kinneas? No…this can't be.

I'm in tears now. I'm in the middle of the market, tears visibly running down by cheeks, and there are people walking up to me and asking me if I'm alright. I nod my head; I just am having a mental breakdown. Yeah, I'm talking to a person who claims to be my dead lover, who I've been trying to forget all these years, and I'm in a fucking supermarket. I'm so calling my therapist after this. "Read it, Kinneas. If that is who y'are, that is."

I wipe the tears off my cheeks, and pat Serenity on the head, and try to regain my composure. The other people in the market are ignoring me by this point, but Serenity still looks like she's seen a ghost. Well, I can't blame her; I'm talking to a ghost.

I hear a shuffling of some sort; probably looking through a pocket or something like that. He clears his throat and begins to read, "Uh…I think that says Dearest Irvy-kins." I make a sound of approval, I remember writing that letter. I remember starting with "Dear Irvy-kins".

He continues. "Things are good at home. Mrs. Dincht came over with some really good fish last night. You would have loved it. How's the mission? I got your letter, I'm glad you still love me, and I can't wait for the surprise, but you didn't tell me details on the mission. I want to know everything. I love you so much. Infinite Hugs and Kisses. Love Selphie, or Sexy Sefie if you prefer." He got it right. Every single word is right. Every single fucking word is right. This is crazy.

"That's right. Every word is exactly correct." My voice is low, emotionless, the voice of shock. I'm in awe. If this isn't Irvine Kinneas, this is quite an actor who has most definitely done his homework. "But I don't want to get my hopes up just to get hurt. Prove it to me. Tell me something only the real Irvine Kinneas would know." I know it's somewhat rude to say that, but if he can bring up stuff only Irvine would know, it just might be my Irvy.

I can hear him scratching his chin, but soon he thinks of something. "My middle name is Keith. I have two webbed toes, the pinky and toe next to it on my left foot. I'm left handed. I bought that black cowboy hat I usually wore at a mall in Esthar. But I lost it over the course of my coma. I can't say certain words properly, like rec'on. As in, it's supposed to be "reckon"." the voice pronounced it without a thick accent, which sounded strange, but still sounded like Irvine Kinneas to me, "I've never had sex in any position other than missionary except for that time with you, and you are the person I've had sex with that was on top. I'm allergic to penicillin. I always put my left sock on before my right sock. I can't do the salsa. I can do any dance except the salsa. No matter what, I look downright shitty in a tuxedo. I always look a penguin. I was the only one at the orphanage who remembered who everyone was. If you tilt my head a certain way, my eyes look icy purple. I wear boxers, and do not own a pair of briefs. You were my first kiss, we were nine, and I was leaving the next day. I didn't think I'd ever see you again, so I grabbed you and kissed you and told you I'd never forget you. I broke that promise, though, after the coma and before I found the note. I have a tattoo on my bicep that I got on our one-year anniversary that said "I love Selphie." You have one on your butt that says "Property of Irvine Kinneas". You cried while they wrote "Kinneas" because it hurt so much. I cannot pee if people are looking at me, or talking to me. I don't like lying to people, no matter if I know them or not. Oh, and after all these years, I am still madly in love with you, Sef. I love you; I love you…is that enough to convince you. I know it sounds so unlikely, but I'm alive, and I'm coming back to Balamb to see you." His voice was sincere and desperate, and my heart was telling me that this was really Irvine Kinneas. Maybe he was alive.

I hear a female groan in the background, signaling that Irvine was not alone, but she said something like "Memory, so Selphie is real. I thought you liked me, Memory." But I ignore her, due the fact I have no idea what she is talking about.

I hear in the distance Irvine hiss "Maya, I never liked you. I have a girlfriend…used to. But I need to go see her." I crack a small smile. That's the Irvine I know and love… I know, I still love him.

"When will you coming back?" My voice is dry; I'm trying desperately not to seem eager or anxious. I'm trying not to feel anything anymore.

He asks a question to someone around him. "Two days from tomorrow, if I leave tomorrow. I'll be pulling up on the intersection of Balamb Avenue and Brown Boulevard." I make another noise of approval, and say goodbye.

I hang up, and rush to the register. The cashier rings up my items in what seems like slow motion to me, due to my anxiety of knowing Irvine might be coming home and the burning need to tell Rinoa the news. I tap my fingers impatiently on the conveyer belt as the cashier gives me a strange look. I shrug. I mean, I could ring these items up faster, and I don't know how to use the register. She bags the final item and hands me four protruding bags. I grab three of them, and Serenity takes the fourth as we head out the door.

I spy my green sedan, and with my daughter in tow, headed to my car. I instinctively searched my purse for my keys, but remembered that I put them in my pocket, and victoriously produced a silver key. Slowly inserting the key and turning it, the door opened, and I entered the driver's seat as Serenity jumped into the back. My daughter and I both fastened our seatbelts, and I pulled the car into drive.

Pressing a button, the soothing music of my anti-stress compact disc filled the car. I heard Serenity singing softly along with the singer. Not wonderfully, but what can I say? Both of us are tone-deaf. I sing along, our terrible singing voices making anti-stress music… well…stressful. It was a funny sight, mother and daughter singing terribly together, and it made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. And it also made me remember: If Irvine was coming home, he'd find about Serenity. Suddenly, never telling Irvine about Serenity is biting me in the butt yet again. This is wonderful…just wonderful.

I reach my apartment, and Serenity and I exit the car. Entering the building, we turn left, and keep walking until we reach the elevator. Serenity, having done this before, pressed the up button, and within a minute the elevator doors opened. We walked into the elevator, and pressed four, as in floor four. The doors closed and the elevator elevated to the second, the third, and finally, the fourth floor. The doors opened and Serenity and I exited the elevator and rushed to our room. I slipped the key into the lock, and the door opened, and Serenity rushed to her room to do God knows what. I grabbed my communicator and dialed Rinoa's number.

"Hello, Rinoa Leonhart speaking." Rinoa's clear voice flowed to my ear. It was nice to hear her voice.

"Hello Rinny, I have to talk to you."

"I'm listening." She said plainly, and I felt stupid for saying what I did. If I didn't want to talk to her, why would I be calling?

"Rinny, I got this call from a man claiming he was Irvine, and he told me all these things that only Irvine would know, and he says he is coming to see me." I told Rinoa, knowing that she would listen and understand. Rinoa always listened, and never interrupted. She was the best of the best friends.

"Selphie! Really! You got a call from Irvine Kinneas himself! I always knew he had to be still alive! I am so happy for you! When is he coming?'' Well at least she didn't think I was crazy. But of course, Rinoa is eight months pregnant, so she's gullible and happy about everything. I remember being very cross and bitchy when I was pregnant with Serenity. Rinoa is so lucky; a husband, happiness, twins on the way…so people get it all.

"Two days." I reply, sounding happier than before. I guess Rinoa's happiness rubs off on everyone, including Squall the Ice-Man and father-to-be. Oh god…Squall is going to be a father. Oh man…that is not going to be pretty. But when IS it pretty?

"That's awesome! So, I was thinking that we could throw a Welcome-Back Party! We could invite everyone! Squall could put up flyers on the bulletin board, Zell and Quistis could promote it in their classes; it'll be the party of the year! So we'll have a cowboy theme, make it like a saloon. You know, lots of drinking and dancing! And then we need to get you a new outfit..." Well at least Rinoa was excited about Irvine coming back. Irvine always liked parties. Sounded good to me. But wait-a new outfit? What was wrong with my old clothes?

"Rinny, what is wrong with my regular clothes?" I inquire, trying to find out why I needed new clothes all of a sudden.

"Selphie, you are seeing Irvine Kinneas for the first time in almost five and a half years. You know, if you come dressed like a mom, I'm not exactly sure he's going to be attracted to you. If you dress like the sexy twenty-four year-old you are, you'll have Irvine drooling all night. And you, Quisty, and Lisa do that "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" dance, and I think Irvine will have an orgasm in his pants." Rinoa exclaimed cheerfully.

I heard another voice, most likely Squall, say, "Do I want to know why Irvine Kinneas is going to have an orgasm in his pants?" which made me laugh out loud. It felt good to laugh again. I don't remember the last time I really laughed.

"Tell Squall that he knows I'm a sexy dancer, and the even the great Squall Leonhart can't see that dance without getting an erection in the process." I say seductively, earning a laugh from me and Rinoa as she proceeded to convey the message to her husband, who I can imagine said "Whatever", but all I heard was mumbling.

"So, I'm going to call Quisty and Lisa and tell them about the party, and tomorrow you promise to buy a sexy new outfit to wear to Irvine's welcome-back party. Bye Selphie."

I could agree with that. I could use a sexy outfit. Rinoa was right, I dressed like a mom, due to the fact that I have a daughter, and in my baggy tee-shirt and mom jeans I'm not likely to appeal to the likes of Irvine Kinneas. "Okay. I have to make Serenity's dinner. I'll go shopping and buy something sexy. But I refuse to wear a thong again. That work for you? Bye Rinny." I pressed the end call button, and started on Serenity's dinner.

I heat up some extra spaghetti and sauce in the microwave, than serve it to my ravenous daughter and hungry me. I guess that pasta's enough for two.

Serenity scurries off to bed, but I go into Irvine's room. With a duster and a vacuum in hand, I am going to Irvine's room and cleaning it for the first time in almost five and a half years.


The sound of a Rinoa's car horn wakes me up. I open my eyes a few times, and it takes a few seconds to realize where I am. I'm in Irvine's room, apparently having fallen asleep after vacuuming. Whoops.

I call down to Rinoa to wait a second, and rush to my closet and throw on the first thing in my closet I see. I probably am wearing something mismatched, but do I care? Not really. I run down to find a note from Squall saying that he is spending quality time with Serenity to make sure he is ready to be a father, then slip on a pair of jogging shoes before dashing outside to Rinoa's car.

"I thought I would be shopping alone." I tell my unexpected guest, who is beaming with happiness. I think she's happy to get away from Squall. He's been so stressed lately, with the babies and all, and is being so cautious with Rinny.

"Nah. Squall took your kid, and let me take his baby for a spin. And you need a second opinion on that outfit. I mean, our ideas of sexy are different. And I can't dress sexy anymore, so you can at least humor your pregnant best friend by letting me help you pick out something. Please…" Rinoa's eyes were pleading, and she was right. Rinoa loved clothes and fashion, and is having trouble looking cute while she was pregnant. I nod my head, and hop into Squall's car.

"So, y'like Squally-Wally's new car? He barely lets me drive it, but when I do, I treasure it. It's a convertible, and it has these awesome seats and this one actually plays cds, instead of destroying them." Rinoa said excitedly, showing off the car. I smile. It is a nice car. Rinoa puts it into drive, and we speed off the mall.

"So, how many people are coming? And how are you guys doing as far as decorations and food and music?" I asked Rinoa as we cruised down to the Balamb Mallplex, a recent and nice addition to the town of Balamb.

"I don't exactly who how many people are coming...Quisty is in the process of decoration hunting because it's her day off, and I hired a caterer last night. We're serving hot wings, ribs, hamburgers, hot dogs…basically a lot of country food. And a lot of liquor. I think that I'm going to be the only one who remembers it." I smile. Rinoa can't drink due to her pregnancy, and because of that she'll be the only sober person there. Lots of liquor…definitely sounds like Irvine Kinneas to me.

"So…what do you think we're going to buy?" I ask Rinoa as she pulls up to the Mallplex, and exit Squall's sports car.

She thinks to herself. "Don't know. A top that shows off your post-baby boobies and is low cut, a pair of tight jeans, and a cowboy hat, perhaps? And some new maternity outfit for me." Rinoa suggests, and I nod in approval. It sounds fine to me.

We stride into the mall, and check the mall map in the front. I look up Gracie's on the map, and notice that it is the fourth store on the right. I point towards a sign that says "Gracie's Boutique", and Rinoa nods. We saunter sexily off to the small shop, laughing to ourselves as we think about how ridiculous a woman in a t-shirt and mom jeans and a very pregnant woman must look walking as seductively as we are.

We reach the small shop, and open the door and walk in. A bell rings, notifying the shopkeeper that someone had arrived. "Hello ladies." A middle-aged woman greets us, and we say hello back. Rinoa knows her well; this is where Rinoa buys most of her clothes.

"Hello Gracie, my friend Selphie needs a shirt that shows off her boobs and is low cut, but not too low cut, size small. I need a dress that won't be too tight here, size very maternity medium." Rinoa's hands went to her stomach, which over the last few months had grown to such a size that I'm surprised she can still walk properly.

"So Mrs. Leonhart, we will need a sexy shirt and a very maternity dress." Rinoa nods as the lady known as "Gracie" heads to the small shirt rack and pulls out shirt after shirt until she had accumulated at least eight of them.

"Here are nine shirts. Try them on." The woman instructed me as I disappeared behind the cloth curtain that was the dressing room. I took my tee and picked up the first shirt. It was made of hot pink silk, and it was strapless. Ties on the sides kept the shirt together, and I knew at once I wouldn't like it. But still, I slipped it on. It didn't fit. My boobs were too small, and couldn't hold it up. Holding up the top, I walked out, and Gracie shook her head.

I walked back in, and tried on the second. It was sky blue chiffon, and short sleeved, and was very puffy. Not really me. But I tried it on anyway. It fit okay, but it looked strange with my green eyes and auburn hair. I poked my head out, and shook my head. Gracie nodded in understanding.

Shirt after shirt, nothing seemed to work. They were too uncomfortable, too loose, too tight, tacky, or just wrong. Finally, I had one shirt left. And part of me thought it had to be the ugliest shirt of them, and would look even worse on me.

It was emerald green satin, and it was kind of country style. Not really me. It was spaghetti strapped that x-ed in the back, and it had these kind of cups in it. Knowing I had nothing to lose, I pulled it over my head. I looked in the mirror, and gasped. I felt…sexy. Even in mom jeans, I felt like I looked good. The green brought out my eyes, and nicely complemented my reddish-brown hair. The cups accentuated whatever bust I had, and it was low cut, but not to low cut. It was perfect. I sauntered out of the dressing room, and smiled seductively. Rinoa squealed and Gracie beamed. We had found the perfect shirt. "Oh man, Irvine is going to have an orgasm just looking at you." Rinoa beamed, and I knew that my shirt was absolutely perfect.

"Selphie, do you want to see my dress. It's ah-mazing." I nodded as Rinoa disappeared into her dressing room. I heard a smack, and I heard Rinoa mutter a few dirty words, and I knew Rinoa accidentally hit her head on the wall. But she came out a few seconds later, in a midnight blue dress. It was short, only hitting the tips of her knees, but it hugged her curves perfectly. Since it was tight, it only accentuated her swollen stomach, but if anything, it made Rinoa look even more beautiful. The smile on her face just added to her angelic look. I clapped my hands to my face. At the moment, Rinoa looked almost pretty enough to turn anyone into a lesbian…but almost. I mean, I have Irvine to be my hunk of man candy.

"Rinoa, you have to be the sexiest looking pregnant girl I have ever seen. Squall isn't going to take his little paws off you all night." I squeal, making me feel so young. I guess I've spent so much time playing Mom that I've forgotten how much fun it is to act immature.

Rinoa hands Gracie a silver credit card ("My treat" she had said), and Gracie rings up our purchases. She puts our clothes in two bags, and hands them to us with our receipts as we exit Gracie's and head to The Denim Factory, which is the next store over. As we enter the store, we head to the table with our sizes- me 1/2 short, Rinoa 5/6 maternity. I grab few pairs and enter the dressing room.

The first pair is too tight. The second pair is too baggy. The third pair is huge around the waist. The fourth pair is miss-marked, and excessively large. I return them, and grab a few more pairs.

Pair of jeans number five is too long. The sixth pair of jeans is too short. The seventh pair of jeans is too small in the thighs. The eighth pair looks like its too small, but I try them on. They feel tight as I put them on, and I suck in to close the button. They are so tight. I guess that's what Squall felt when he wore those awful leather pants. As I exhale, the pants seem to loosen, and they hug what little curves I have beautifully. The bottoms are slightly flared, and it looks nicer than those mom jeans I used to buy. I look in the mirror. I put on the shirt from Gracie's, I realize that for probably the first time in my life, I don't just feel sexy, I feel erotically sexy. I feel like any guy who sees me would start drooling. It's a cocky feeling, but a wonderful and powerful feeling.

I take off the satin shirt and put it back in the bag as I here Rinoa hollering to me to hurry up, as she was at the register and needed to ring up her items. I throw on my t-shirt and ugly mom jeans, and dash out of the dressing room, handing Rinoa my sexy jeans. Rinoa expects them, and nods approvingly, before shelling out her silver credit card.

After we receive our bags with our respective jeans, Rinoa and I head to Hats Emporium, three stores up to the left. We dash into the hat store quickly, and look in the section where there were cowboy hats.

I tried on at least 20 hats. They were either too big or too small or too tacky. But one stuck out like a sour thumb to me. It was black, like Irvine's, and while it was the slightest bit too big, it felt like his, and that was what made it perfect. Rinoa held up a cute hat that said "I'm a mom" and I smiled. Rinoa was going to be a great mother, and she was so excited about it. I nod my head in approval, and yet again Rinoa paid for our respective items. I felt somewhat guilty, but Rinoa was married to Squall Leonhart, the Commander of Balamb Garden, and could afford it. And she owed me for lending my daughter to help her and Squall learn to be parents.

We exited Hats Emporium and the Balamb Mallplex as well, and entered Squall's sleek new ride. I buckled my seatbelt as Rinoa sped out of the mall, a little faster than necessary due to the fact that Rinoa's pregnant and she accidentally hits things to hard.

"So…that was fun." I say happily to Rinoa as I clutch my bags to my stomach.

Rinoa smiled. "Well, you needed some clothes that didn't add 10 pounds to your figure, and made you look 40. Seriously, do you wear anything other than mom jeans? Seriously Selph, you haven't acted like yourself since Irvine left." I nod. Rinoa is right. I've turned into such a mom since Irvine left.

We reach my house and I wave goodbye to Rinoa as I disappear into my apartment building.


My alarm clock wakes up at 7 AM. I open and close my eyes experimentally. I look at the ringing clock, and hit the off button. I sit up and yawn, and head to my closet. I put on my new shirt and jeans. I put on a pair of sneakers, as I need to comfortable to dance tonight, and stuff the cowboy hat in a purse. I quickly make my bed, and rush downstairs to make breakfast for Serenity and me.

I grab a few eggs from the refrigerator, and crack them into a glass and put them on a pan that I conveniently left there. I turned the stove on and the eggs began to sizzle. I get a bagel from the bag on kitchen table, and spread some jam on them before taking an inhumanely large bite. By the time I finally digest my bite, the eggs are finished, and I scoop them up and put them on a plate for my cherished daughter. I then take another bite, slightly smaller, and realize that I'm half finished, and am eating like a pig. What a great example I am to my daughter. But Serenity doesn't seem to have noticed the fact that my mouth was now functioning as a vacuum cleaner, and with a fork in hand, began to dissect her eggs.

I finish my bagel, and wait for my daughter to significantly finish her eggs. Once Serenity finishes approximately three-quarters of her eggs, she puts the plate in the dishwasher, and we dash out the door, and to my car. I insert my key into the slot, and turn, turning on the car.

We drove for a few miles, and then I turned into the driveway of "Darcy's Daycare". Yeah, since we are having a bunch of wasted people at the party, we can't have children there. So I get out of the car, and drop Serenity off. Darcy is waiting outside, and motions for me to leave. Darcy has a policy that you just drop off your child, and then they won't have time to protest if the parent leaves immediately. I don't get it, but it's their policy, so I abide by it.

I get back in the car, and get onto Balamb Avenue. Brown Boulevard is in a few miles. As I drive, I start thinking. Am I ready to face Irvine Kinneas? Can I do this? I turn into Brown Boulevard, and I park my car on the side of the road. I get out of my car, and pulling my coat closer to myself, I sit down at the bench. This was a common bus stop, but there were no buses today because it was a Sunday. I pulled out my communicator, and dialed Rinoa's number.

"Rinoa Leonhart." Her voice was business-strict and emotionless; signaling she didn't know it was me.

"Heyy Rinny…how is the set up coming?"

"Oh hi Selphie. The set up is coming slowly, but we are having a few arguments about the placement of ornaments. But it's only 8, so it's okay." Rinoa's voice seemed happy, so I decided that I didn't need to press the question.

"Okay…keep working on it. I'll call you every hour to check up until he turns up. Bye."

"Okay Selphie. Bye." I click the off button, and put my communicator back in my pocket as it begins to lightly rain. I take off my jacket and turn into inside out, so that it acted as a poncho. Slowly, it turns to rain, and soon, my hair that was once perfect is completely soaked. Great, just great…

Hours pass. Soon it's 10, 11, and 12. I get a hotdog from a vendor, and sit back down, and wait as I eat my lunch.

Time passes by, and I continue to wait in the rain. 1, 2, 3, 4. He's still there. I'm starting to have my doubts. He should be here by now. I'm giving him only a few more hours. I dial Rinoa again. "He's still not here." I tell Rinoa, "Updates?"

"The caterer is still not here, and I'm getting worried. And the guests are coming, and soon they are going to realize there is no food. Hopefully that damn caterer will…" I cut Rinoa off as a taxi car stops at the intersection of Brown and Balamb.

"Wait Rinoa, someone's stopped, and it's a taxi."

"Okay, just stall him until the caterer comes. I call you back." I click the off button again, and stuff the communicator in my pocket as a figure exited the taxi…


I know it's a lame cliffy. But I need to finish the story. Well, I think this sounds good. Well, I'm going to edit it and post it.

GWG