“So... how do I look?” Woo stepped out of the bathroom and did a small twirl, black heels clicked on the floor.

“What?” He looked up from where he lay on the leather couch. “Were are you going tonight?” She smiled at him. Her mortal brother, Mortal. If she loved him less, only loved him enough to make love to him, and not enough to let him live, then she would have asked him to come with her tonight, asked him to come to a hotel with her...

“Nowhere.” She replied.
“You’re sure dressed nice for nowhere.” He rose sluggishly, the skin on his face was drained of color, she felt weakness like an aura coming off of him. Where was this coming from?

“Bryn... what happened? Are you sick?” The eggshell-white skin on her forehead creased, dark eyes narrowed from beneath gold eye shadow. “You’re sick aren’t you?”
“What, no... I’m just tired...” He wrapped on arm around her waist  and smoothed a strand of black hair away from her forehead. Mortal touch, but disease as old as she was residing in it. “You look beautiful.”

“Bryn...” She could hear the shallow beat of his heart, feel the clamminess of his skin against her arms. He was more than just tired, he was ill. His eyes seemed to be misted over as he looked down at her adoringly. Nobody ever looked at her that way. Not when they knew. But he did. She felt a sudden sorrow, not unlike that of when she had first come to be the way she was. He would die, someday. He would not be hers forever. And now he was sick, maybe that day was approaching faster than she thought it would.

“Don’t kill too many people tonight.” He murmured, giving her a quick kiss on the mouth and smiling. “Other than that have fun.” She was frightened at how soft his voice had become. He released her gently.

Sit down... I won’t go out tonight.

His body obeyed her silent command as if it had been his own, he let himself be led back to the couch and sat back down as she pulled the black and gold shawl from around her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. She sank onto the couch beside him, putting a hand to his forehead her fears were confirmed. It was as if she had pressed her hand to a piece of rice paper encasing a candle.

“I’m just tired, really...” He mumbled, brushing her hand away.

“Oh, please.” She replied, taking his hands and pulling him to his feet. “Just because I was born in a time of mortal idiocy, doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” She pulled him towards the bedroom and he let himself be pulled, stumbling into the dimly lit chamber.

Lie down.

She pulled down the comforter on the bed and again he did what he was told, and he crawled doggedly onto the plush mattress and sighed, letting his body go limp against the cool sheets. She replaced the covers over him, kissing his temple gently.

Sleep.

His eyes began to close slowly...

“Stop it Woo...” He murmured, his voice cracking. “I’m not another one of your mortal puppets...I’m...”

“Tired.” She waved her hand over him.

Now, Sleep!

“...I’m...” His eyes dimmed, breathing became slow and rhythmic, heart a steady, low drumbeat, a backdrop against it all. “Your...Your Partner!” He shouted at her, anger rose inside him. She was slightly phased by this. No mortal had ever resisted her before. But then again, none had ever touched her before, not without dying within the next half hour.

“Then what do you propose I do for you? Fix you some soup?” She crossed her arms over her chest, stark white skin against the black silk of her gown. He smiled at her, taking her off guard, and smoothed his hand over the sheet next to him.

“Come and keep me warm.” He said softly.      

“Bryn, I...” Not a good idea. She would crush him, or she would swallow him whole.
“Please.” His eyelids dropped over his eyes. “I’m... cold...” His voice broke. She sighed, relented, slid under the covers beside him. He reached out and enfolded her in his arms, Woo looked at his pale face. She hadn’t ever been this close to a person, not unless she had planned to take their life from them, and here it was, the most beautiful heart in all the world, beating right next to hers... and she didn’t want it.

“Bryn...” He had to obey her will!

Sleep, dearest. Close your eyes.

He did. Bryn’s eyes fell shut, his breathing fell even. Slowly wrapping her arms around him, pulling him close to her, she bit down. She felt the sharp detached prick of pain and the warm trickle over her chin as blood began to run from her lip, and then she kissed him. Her blood flowed into him. This blood would warm him, make him safe. His body swallowed reflexively, a few hot mouthfuls and then she pulled back, willing her wounds to close. They did, leaving only a few rivulets of crimson down her chin as evidence of their existence. She looked his face over once. Her body was tired, suddenly, and she let her eyelids fall halfway.

Dream of me.

But that time her thoughts were too loud. His eyes opened slowly and...

“What did you do to me?!” He shouted, rousing her from her exhaustion. Mortals hated the taste of blood. Even worse when it was the taste of an immortal’s blood, but he thought it was his own on his tongue. He jumped up, fell off of the bed, began to scramble back across the floor, before she rose up and looked down at him. The look on her face made him freeze. Blood from her mouth. Cheeks red. He promptly passed out.

...I should tell you to forget... no...

But she could hear his thoughts so loud that he might as well have been shouting;

‘Bloodsucker! She drank from me! How many times has she done this? How many times has she taken control of me and made me forget?! Bloodsucker! Bloody-handed vampire reeking of lies!’

“Quiet!” She bellowed, covering her ears. He was unconscious, how could he control his thoughts? Why could he still have them now, even if she willed them to be silent!? Thoughts about how vile she was, thoughts teeming with hate and anger!

Stop it! Bryn, please...

But his thought-voice was tearing her apart from the inside out, and after a moment she knew she had to leave. Woo knelt and then lifted him gently, his thoughts became louder, and the pain! Pain a net around her heart pulled tight. She laid him on the bed, stepped back, hands raised as if to say she meant nothing by it, and then she fled the room. She grabbed her shawl from the floor, flung it over her shoulders, and then she ran, down the hall out the door. Her powers must be waning! She needed blood!

*****

Bryn woke up a few hours later. Alone. He slapped a hand to his neck, let it wander across his throat in panic. Nothing. But hadn’t she been kissing him? He ran his fingers over his lips. Still, no trace of a cut. And he felt... rejuvenated, somehow. There was a faint zinging inside his mouth when he ran his tongue across his lips. Could it have been... Her blood upon him?

Where was she?

He rose from the bed, he didn’t feel quite as tired now, his heart was racing, his insides were hot. His head cleared as he rose, but his body felt heavy and it was hard to move.

God, am I going to die?

He put a hand to his chest. A steady stream of flame was spraying out from his heart, it seemed, across his limbs, heating his body. It absorbed that awful cold and ill from his skin, lifting the sickness from it. What had she done to him? He pressed his fingers down. Heart still beating, blood still flowing. Breath coming in short scared gasps. God, where was Woo?! But he knew, didn’t he? She was inside him now.

“...I have a room upstairs...”

She was taking another victim! It was as if they were connected by a phone line, one he could tap into at will, one he could listen to her conversations on. And now he knew how she did it! She would lure them into her bed! And then she would... No. Can’t let her.. Will not let her...She...

But his thoughts were coming short, like his breath. The heat, the beautiful heat, was leaving him. Leaving him cold and alone and impossibly frightened of being that way.

“...My aren’t you a pretty thing...”

And his link with Woo was fading...please, please don’t let this thing happen! But his body was becoming his again, he was sinking back into cold reality. No longer ill, and yet he felt like he was missing something else now altogether.

“Woo! You will tell me everything!” He cried, at the wall, at the sofa, at anything that could possibly bear witness to this. His beating heart, his flowing blood, his lungs that drew breath, but there was no life in them! She had not taken anything from him, and yet she had taken everything! Oh God, Woo, he had to find her!

He found a shirt and threw it on, not bothering to button it up. He was out the door before the warmth inside him was totally gone.

It was late, maybe 11:30 on the west coast. He shoved past people in the throng that seemed to eternally migrate to and fro across the streets. Woo was... foreward! Left two blocks up, next right! The blood inside him was singing to him her location.

She is making love.

What the hell was that?! Ugly realization. He didn’t want her to be making love. Not with anyone. She was his partner! She was supposed to be here with him, it was her duty, her job! But... folly these things seemed. Silly and farcical. That was not reality! Job... ha! He was making excuses. Why shouldn’t she be making love? Because he didn’t want her to! She was his! He had her blood in him, now! She had saved him with her great and undying evil, her wonderful, wonderful darkness... He wouldn’t ever look at her as the black-evil-and-white-good beast of old again. Oh, God, but even now the questions ere losing clarity...becoming a nonesensical jumble of feelings like a tangle of threads. He had to find her before he went compeltely and utterly insane!

*****

Woo looked to the girl beside her in the elevator. She was only twenty perhaps, slight of frame and small of breast, with gray eyes and soft brown hair hanging in loose spirals to her shoulders. What a sweet creature, this pale little flower. Soft lips, smiling slightly back at this woman who had found her in the bar, sitting alone. It wasn’t unusual for Woo, going into these homosexual clubs, picking up a beautiful little thing like this and bringing her back to a hotel room, making love with her and then, in the peace that followed, giving her the kiss to end all kisses...

“What time is it?” The girl asked, her voice was like that of a child. Woo smiled, white teeth against red lips.

“Late.” She answered. The girl smiled shyly. Woo could hear her succulent little heart thumping beneath the tight gauze of her scant skirt. This girl wanted to kiss and to hug and to hold right here in the elevator. Her name was Marie, and she was the most innocent creature, with her big eyes and her delicate lips, that Woo believed she had ever seen. But that was how she chose them really. Who was the purest of heart? Who deserved to die the least? As Marie leaned over and kissed her, Woo smiled gently, bringing one arm up slightly and trailing her fingers gently along the inside of her little lover’s thigh. Ah, but the elevator ride was over, the doors opened with a slight whoosh, and Woo led her little lamb to the last bed she would ever sleep in. Marie followed her into the lavish hotel room. When she tried to flick the light switch on, Woo caught her by the wrist, bringing it to her lips in a gentle kiss.

“Leave it off, beloved.” She whispered, drawing Marie into her arms. Again, that fragile little heart, thudding loud enough for her to hear. Her partner murmured some form of agreement, and then Woo kissed her sweet little lips, ran her fingers down her soft little arms, tugged at the zipper at her back, it came down slowly, and then her little fawn was bare-chested in the silver of the moon that poured in from the open window. Delicate pink on the nipples of her lovely little breasts.

“My, aren’t you a pretty thing?” Woo observed. Tiniest smile touching her lip. Her dear Marie blushed again as another kiss, undoubtedly the strongest in her life, was delivered to her.

That is right, another mortal lover, but never the same as when I myself was mortal, is it?

In a few moments Woo found herself naked amid the satin bedsheets. She had let her mind wander as her Marie had gained an unknown boldness, more and more kisses flowing out of her. Yes, that’s it! Nonstop fount! Never stop loving...never ever ever!

“You are beautiful.” Marie had said, and Woo had caught the soft hair at the back of her head as Marie had kissed her breasts. But no! She had to give this dear thing one last happiness! The meal of the condemned man, the final glass of wine...

Come here, my beautiful little lamb. Let me taste you.

Woo left trails of kisses down the sweet mortal’s soft skin, and then pressed her forehead gently against her brown curls as she ran her tongue up her inner thigh. Taste of salt. Taste of mortal love on her. Heat and heat and heat... Her lover’s body trembling against the gentle thrusts of her tongue, warm little love canal shuddering lusciously. And when she had finished, she slipped her hand quite gently up the inside of her leg, kissing her way back up to Marie’s lips, but letting her fingers linger. Her delicate little sparrow was shuddering, sweating, heart beating so rapidly inside the walls of it’s bone cage. Marie’s hand was on her breast, pinching the nipple, which tightened so like a mortal’s would against her fingers. How Woo wanted to gather this warm little creature up in her arms and never let her go. Her Lover slipped two fingers into her body, pushing gently upward. Still gripping her breast in one fragile little hand.

“Yes.” Woo whispered, her body reacted, but she did not feel it. Violent spasm, throughout her entire body. And she cried out in a lovely and utterly mortal voice. Her sweet little Marie licked the fluid from her fingers. And then, suddenly, Woo felt a great pang of pain in her heart. This beautiful, innocent thing was meant to die. Even if Woo herself refused to kill her, she would grow old, and she would inevitably pass away. What justice existed in that? But it was better this way, was it not? Let her drift out of light gently, in the act that defined life?

Come with me... and we will face all the ages together... and alone. Give to me what I need to make you mine forever...

Marie, as if of her own will, let her head fall back, sweaty curls plastered to her throat. Long, beautiful throat. Leaning foreword, Woo kissed her jugular. Heat there. Racing pulse. Skin breaking like that of a peach, blood flooding her mouth deliciously. But this did not hurt her little lamb. No, in fact, she drew this blood in a way that would cause her the greatest and most addictive pleasure... a pleasure in which all questions were answered, in which all things were known. But then, only a taste, only enough to warm her slightly, and certainly not enough to make up for what she had lost, had entered her, before she had to let go.

“Woo! You will tell me everything!”

Sharp realization. Bryn. She could not hurt Bryn! She could not do this. Drawing back gently, she kissed Marie again, oh, to be mortal! To have this intimacy mean anything! But it was just lips and tongues moving against each other, just parts of a body she had long forgotten she even had, for there were really no limitations on it as there were on a mortal’s. Marie’s arms were around her, Marie was crying for her to take her. Marie knew. Woo smiled again, gently, kissing her forehead. Her lover’s arms slid down over the creases at the backs of her thighs, caressing gently the skin just below her buttocks.

“I want to live forever like you.” She whispered. There it was again, heart beating so hard Wu could see the slight tremor through her breast. She kissed that heart! Felt it pounding against her lips. Now, more than ever did she want this mortal to be with her! Always! But no... Would she really cause Marie such agony, just for her own selfish need of company? Could she really do this, make her little heart into one that would swallow the blood from ones like it?

Sleep, sweet child. And when you wake... forget.

*****

Bryn stood outside the door of the huge hotel. Looking at the door. She was here, he knew it! Even though it had been over an hour, he knew she would come. Wouldn’t she? His faith faltered, and then like magic, there she was. Solitary figure in black and gold, moving through the revolving glass door as if through a dream. Sight of her, that pale creature, made him forget his questions. All of them as if they were swept up and away on a cold wind. Still, though, he was too late. She had killed. There was no question there.

“So you know.” She said as she passed. But Bryn was confused, sad, and... and angry!

“You killed a man and left him in there to rot!” He accused in an irate whisper. She stopped. Looked at him. Her eyes were soft, it seemed, shining in the late-night lamps on the street. She looked like a wounded deer there, for a second, inexplicable pain written there in her eyes... eyes that went on forever and ever and...

“I took a woman into my bed, and I left her there to live.” Her voice, there it was, pulling him back out of her eyes, had he ever heard such hurt in it? Or was that just...

“What?” She wasn’t looking at him anymore. Her body seemed fragile, somehow, hollow and empty. She moved ahead of him, but he ran to catch up with her. He had not thanked her yet. He wanted to tell her what a joy she was to have as his partner! That he would never leave her, never ever let anything happen to her! And there was a sudden rush of thoughts, realizations about how much he needed her! But he knew what that meant, and that she would probably cry and tell him he was a fool if he confessed it all to her. So he simply threw his arms around his precious Woo, Pulled her back against his body. Silk tassles of her shawl brushing against his naked chest and abdomen, tickling a little. She let him hold her, but did not move to reciprocate. So they stood there as a fine mist of a rain began to fall around them. He was murmuring nonsense, something about never letting her go... something about wanting to be with her always, when she pulled away suddenly. She turned to him, her face was sad, sadder than that of any mortal he had ever seen. She seemed to be aging, tiny wrinkles had formed at the corners of her eyes.

“Bryn.” Woo said finally, after they had been staring one another down for what seemed an endless and imperceivable amount of time. “I would see you to eternity, if only I didn’t know what pain came with it.”
“...Woo...” He whispered. One hand raised to stroke her lovely hair. So black, so soft, and now in the drizzle, crusted over with raindrops as if with jewels. “I know.” Were those tears in her eyes? Or was it just the rain, trapped glistening in her eyelashes? It didn’t matter. He loved this thing. This beautiful, immortal girl. Still, she would tell him it was silly.

“It is silly.” She confirmed to him in a whisper.

But I feel the same...

That struck him like a smack in the face. It was as if she had said it to him. But had she? He didn’t think that he had really heard her with his ears. Oh, how he would have liked to meet there, as two mortal lovers, beneath the hazy halo of the rain and streetlamp, beneath the infinite sky. Two mortal lovers, yes, mortal lovers with only a mortal grasp of the forever that same sky held for them. “Come on, Bryn.” She said softly, but her voice reached his ears as if it was the only one in the crowded street. “I will answer all your questions.” and then she took his hand and began to lead him home.

******

It was morning. She knew it. Even though the room was windowless, she knew it was morning. It was always the same. She would wake as the first rays hit her bulding, and drift off as soon as she saw that all was right for when she was asleep. But she didn’t get up this time. Mostly because she was too tired. That and Bryn, her sweet mortal lover, Bryn... lay beside her, arms a house around her. But what had happened? They had gotten home and after she had answered his only question... Oh, but he had been so gentle! Strange for a man of his size, his power. She wondered if she had been his first? Wouldn’t that be ironic? His first and last lover... forever.

Now he was awake.He ran one hand up and down her spine in soothing strokes, sighing. What had she done to him... she hadn’t...?! No, she had been sad, not drunk, and she wouldn’t have done that under any circumstance. Ever.

“You’re cold.” He said. She closed her eyes.

“Am I?” She felt his hands moving up and down her arms rapidly. Friction... Heat! Oh, that felt so nice. He was warm, too, She pulled him very close and let the smell of him envelope her. Salt and heat and sweat and blood. Motrtal smells. He shivered.

“Why are you so cold?” He asked again, he pressed his lips against the top of her head. Sweet, sweet mortal.

“I’m fine.” She said softly. He acted as if she was like him, as if it really mattered if she was cold or not. Such an innocent little thing. But he knew what she was and he still acted like she was human...oh, she wanted to lay with him like this and...

Love you forever.

Wait. Love? Where had that come from? Had he heard? He couldn’t have...

“You what?” But he did. Arms slipped around her shoulders, embracing her. She held her breath. His eyes were on her, sure enough, she felt his stare upon the top of her head. She had to tell him, didn’t she? Or she could...

“I want to make love to you forever.” She whispered. Change it. Make him think something else. She heard a throaty chuckle. Yes, but isn’t sex all men wanted? Her heart was breaking, really, but she wasn’t going to back down. Let him be happy! Who cared if it killed her inside to lie to him like that? Ignorance, in his case, was the greatest bliss a mortal could find. Bryn pushed her shoulder back, laying her flat, and slid over top of her. Lips against hers. Hungry lips. She returned his passions, kissing him back, and wrapped her arms around him. Yes, to kiss and to hug and to love... He kissed her forehead and her eyelids and her temples and her cheeks. Heat coming off him, but she was cold, porcelin. He looked down at her, and very gently, he kissed her again.

“What’s wrong?” She looked up at him, there was an odd look to his face. He was searching her eyes. Please don’t let him see everything! Don’t let him know how many people have loved and died in vain...

“How old are you?” Oh, now there’s a question. She leaned her head back, ran one hand down his back. There were all those years she had lived, and all those years that she had been locked away in that sarcophogus, locked away to age to gain strength in safety. Horrible years. How many...?

“I don’t know.” She murmured after a moment, sighed. “Too many years to count.” He kissed the tip of her nose, kissed her right between the eyes. If that kiss had been a bullet, would she have died? No, probably not...But he sighed and drew her out of her morbid thoughts, she ran one hand over the side of his face, kissed his shoulder, then looked back up into his eyes. He wanted to ask her something else.

“When was the last time you killed someone?” He was staring her down, and Woo wished she could have looked away, but he was holding her in his gaze.

“I havn’t taken a mortal life...” She realized then. And was momentarily blinded by the truth and the memories, she remembered growing up in china, the candle on the table, that hot and humid night when... “...Since I met you.” She hadn’t expected that. But no, she hadn’t even tried to feed until Marie, and she couldn’t have killed that poor thing. This seemed to touch him, and the look on his face was almost too much for her. He beleived her! Nevermind the fact that she was actually telling the truth, he trusted her, bless his heart. Lovely little heart...full of life and blood and heat... and her entire body was freezing, now, wasn’t it? And her mind was wandering...

“Woo?” His and against her cheek, thumb touching her lips briefly before he kissed her again.

“Hm?” He put his arms around her, lay down next to her on his side so that all she had to do was turn her head and there it was, his lifeblood, his essence, her’s for the taking. But she couldn’t do that, could she? She wouldn’t! She loved him too much to defile him like that! And yet... God, he would really be hers forever! Always and eternity and forever and until the end of time... all of these terms for it. But none of them came close. Not to how long she wanted to be with him, not to how long she wanted to love him. “Do you want to be like me?” Please, say no, but say yes! She knew that if he said no, he would pass out of her life, find another woman, and she so wanted that at the same time as not wanting it. If he said no she would pass back into his life as he lay upon his deathbed, and she knew that she would force herself to watch his body die. Out of respect, out of love. She wondered if she could catch his soul in a jar and keep it forever? But never mind that, if he said yes...hers forever... in his body!

“I don't know.” How idiotic it all seemed, lying naked together, discussing eternal life, instead of making love. She wished she was mortal so that they could do it until they both died of exhaustion. And she would have. She really would have. But no, all she had to offer was this one thing that would kill her inside, her beatufiul, sweet Bryn would no longer be a member of the warm and innocent mortals if she did this. But yes, yes she wanted to make him like her! And then they could face every realm and every moment and every single breath of forever together. And then he looked at her, and she knew that even if he begged, she would and could not do that to him. “What are you thinking?”

“You’re going to die someday.” She whispered, eyes sad, voice breaking, she opened her eyes, looked at him. “I don’t want you to die.” And then this big wave of compassion rose in him and he sat up, kissed her, kissed her as if to take her mind away from her sorrow. Hey, everything is okay, make love to me, forget this pain. Forget! Fine then, she pulled him very close, wanting to use all her might to make this go away. She kissed him hard, forced him onto his back, held him down. His strength was nothing to her. Nothing! For all his bulk and all is muscle, her delicate frame contained at least a two times his power, although her strength was failing her. If she had been feeding properly, it would have been that of a dozen men his size. But no. She pulled away from him, looked down upon his face. Blood vessels in his skin.

“What are you doing?” He gazed up at her, was he frightened, just a bit? Could know enough not to trust her with his life? But he could! And she would make him happy if it killed her. For the first time in what seemed forever, he had the strongest urge to be completely intimate with a mortal. Share this with him! And then maybe he would understand what it meant to her, this thing that usually meant nothing...
“I’m...” She slid down, sat up so she was straddling his waist on her knees. “...Going to make you fall in love with me.” He put his hands on her waist. White skin, soft skin. “I’m going to make it so all you can think of is me!” Of course, she meant that she would be the best he had ever had. Bryn sat up and wrapped his arms around her hips, kissed her breastbone, raised his eyes to her. Woo had her arms resting on his shoulders.

“You already have.” She paused, held her breath for a moment, then smiled a devilish smile, leaning foreward so their foreheads touched.

“Prove it.”

*****

Monday. Bleary eyed and tired Bryn sat on the beach, looking out at the rising sun. He had awakened around 2:00 am, crept out of the room. He was confused suddenly, mixed feelings and shaky hands. In fact, he had the shakes all over, tiny spasms when the muscles over his ribs and his stomach would tighten, quake violently, and then stop. And like they were hiccups they came back every once in a while to torment him and make his teeth chatter needlessly. But who cared? He put his head in his hands, smoothed them back over the fine stubble that had begun to grow on his scalp. What was he going to do? But the bigger question on his mind was about what she was going to do. This was just the sort of thing that would make her leave him, and he knew she would do it, too. She would be gone when he returned home. But they had shared too much, hadn’t they? He even heard her whisper that she loved him. Of course later she told him she was saying she wanted to make love to him, but he knew otherwise. Bryn looked up at the brightening sky, down at his hands.

I wonder if nine times was a lot for her?

Probably not. He knew better. Her body didn’t ever tire, but it had seemed to. When they first met she had held him against the wall for ten straight minutes, off the floor, without breaking a sweat. But last night Woo had tried to hold him down, and he could see her arm trembling under the strain. She had accomplished it, no doubt, but she had looked like she was trying, which was new. And then there was the question of how cold her body had become. By morning it was as if she had been carved of ice. Was she dying? Could she die? Or would she just sort of pass into a coma, dormant in body for all eternity? What if she could posses other bodies? Is that the true meaning of immortal, a soul that lives forever but bodies that die off like any other and... Nevermind any of that! What was he going to do now? Everything was so messed up, complicated, and yet it seemed so simple. She loved him, and he loved her. Yes, stupid of him to think that a woman like that could confess her mutual devotion to him, and that he could just walk away like it didn’t matter. But enough of that. Work today. Later they would talk, if she was still there, of course...he would buy her flowers. Flowers! She hadn’t seen flowers in years, had she? Not the day bloomers, not the ones that he could buy for her. He would get her flowers and tonight he would drag her out onto the beach so she could see what the stars looked lik reflected in the ocean. See, Woo? Two separate forevers! Two separate... His mind was wandering again. He had to think of work. What was he suppossed to be doing?