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It is only going to get worse with Lt Haughty, he of the Puffed-Up clan, needs a midnight watch and fall overboard...soon... That or another intense action where his lack of combat skills fails him...

Small steps...painfully small steps...did I say painfully small steps as a result of two stubborn a-holes???

She is one of those to pick and choose from the tenets of the faith she follows, failing to understand 'Woke' is a central tenet on behavior....

And a new kingdom born....

I'd be tempted to arrange an accident for the good doctor so long as I could get my hands on the Alfa Romeo Alfa Romeo 6C 2500 Freccia d’Oro – Belrose Classics

Sigh...we all have that song. I had been kinda like Jimmy. 'George' was playing like a fiddle, teasing, alluding, nearly coming to an agreement until that last night. I know now he was lost, scared, and oh so terrified of admitting to himself what he wanted...I kept telling him I'd wait, and I did. I will forever cherish the night we had on Town Farm Hill... For me, this song always gives me pause...and bittersweet memories...

The aforementioned Karen needs a reality check, seeing as how she's the height of hypocrisy...And shine the light bright on the school's administration's double standards...

If it were safe to do so, I would have left an explosive present behind... Inside, the room was dark except for the eerie glow of a suspended core—like a heart floating in pale blue light. "That's not biotech," Quinn murmured through the comms. "That's quantum-grade neural matter. And it's awake." Rhys stepped forward slowly. “It’s watching us.” Micah shivered. “Can it think?” "I think it feels," Sylvie said from her remote monitor. "Which is worse."

Kane in another life???

So....you're saying it's possible!!!!!!

But what if they aren't dreams???

Find Dottie in an earlier time stream and have an orangutan schtup her repeatedly I love the idea of the sleeping gas, it's clever and Dottie could then be sent off to see the orangutan... This cold medicine kicks!!!

In a stunning twist, it was ML who killed Claude....ok so the cold medicine is really making me wonky...but it could have happened...or am I having a @weinerdog hallucination??

The move is complete, what will their next steps be?

Hoping the two can be in each other's arms soon...

Ah, to be Luther...at an age where he knows it all....and yet knows nothing...

I'm so frigging angry at Jimmy's dad I could spit nails...and so enamored of Duncan...and want to know more!

We need another chapter...please!!

I like that Matt is beginning to set boundaries with his mum...

The parents belong in jail...both sets...

Not to mention view screens...

Might be best to end the bleeding and pain and let the property go...you can only bail; so much water...

Well, it did somewhat, but belied the fact that up to this point, Renalto was a 'free agent'...I can't see him as a "lakey" to the diminished pseudo Lord Valium...or was that sominex???

So many frigging possibilities, I have to wonder if the following contains the moment Hugo is searching for.. "I... I have my watch," Wojciech stammered, his voice laced with the terror that was now a cold, hard knot in his gut. "The moment I see you hurt him, the moment I see... I press it. You lose." Dottie smiled, a cold, clinical curve of her lips. She gestured to the man with the rifle. "Please, Mister Miller, be so kind as to remind Mister Wojciech of my intentions." She stated pointedly, a flash of something in her eyes, a flicker of something far more cruel than a simple show of force. The man with the rifle, a grim figure with a military haircut, tapped Stoker on the side of his head with the barrel of his gun A hollow, metallic sound that echoed in the silent lounge. Stoker flinched, his body tensing, but his head remained bowed. To me, the sound the gun barrel makes when tapping the side of Stoker's head seems off, more than likely I am wrong, I leave that to @drpaladin to explain.. Which leaves me to wonder what did happen when Stoker stepped off the chair to hang himself... I can't buy the following completely either... "This isn't going to kill Stoker," the Fiddler said, his voice a low, intimate whisper that carried no malice, only the cold, unyielding truth. "No. The streams will reset, and he will be alive again, back in his prison, waiting. The real death, my dear Hugo, is going to be yours. It will be the slow, agonizing death of your soul. A beautiful, brilliant mind like yours will not be able to bear the weight of a thousand failures. The grief will curdle into a bitter, resentful rot. You will become numb. You will become hard. The raw, human emotion that makes you you, that makes you love so fiercely, will wither and die. And in its place, a cold, calculating machine, a machine that is willing to sacrifice anything, to pay any price, to win a game of its own design, will take hold." Time for some more cold medicine...