Unfortunate Circumstances

Chapter VI

	12 minutes earlier.

	In a lush tree filled park, not far from the highway, Krechevskoy sat. The harsh orange light cast from the sodium vapor lamps over the park trail illuminating his white fur, the stripes fading from a deep green to a vivid pink in a few minutes time. He growled slightly, his sense of disgust fading. Sitting and resting a head on a folded paw, contemplating how he might salvage the evening. He could hardly help that the flavor of his stripes changed according to his mood. It certainly wasnt his intent to draw business away from the bartender because of the intense alternating color shifts as well. It was simply his nature. No matter, he would simply find somewhere to hunt down more interesting prey where his beautiful stripes werent against some ridiculous, speciest policy.

	Lost in thought, considering where he might find better entertainment, the white tigers ears pricked, involuntarily catching a passing police siren. Turning his head to track the rapid Doppler shift of the siren whoop he could only just see the strobe faintly on the underside of the tree canopy as he stood, padding off down the path in the direction of the fading siren. He shrugged, deciding that as he had nothing better to do, perhaps he might happen across something interesting, like a traffic stop if he caught up to the police cruiser on his way to another club.

	30 minutes ago.

	The lion woke with a start, panting like an asthmatic as his paws shot directly to his torso, feeling only singed and tattered fabric above the body armor. H holy he trailed off, slack jawed as he contemplated the gaping, jagged house and star filled void before him. Continuing to absently paw at the curious hole on his torso, he abruptly realized a few things in quick succession: He had been shot, point blank with his own 12 gauge. Also that Hikaru had done it, shortly before stealing his car and leaving him for dead. And that the ragged void he saw in front of him was an approximately SUV sized hole. His thoughts were punctuated by the tinkle of falling debris from the battered door as he stood and stripped the damaged suit from his true fur. Ignoring both the garage door, and simply stepping over the tattered remains of the one he had blasted with the shotgun, he padded inside to do some clean up. Quickly discarding the fursuit into the fireplace he threw in his clothes as well, opting to keep the armor. Chuckling as he turned the gas key and lit the flames, he padded upstairs for a change of clothes. He would simply remove all traces that he had been here, clean up the basement and leave. Nothing he could do about his red coupe at this point, but it was a rental under an assumed name and credit card. Taking the blame for that as well as this whole mess with Spirit was Hikarus problem, and from the lions point of view, the least he could do after shooting him.

	Picking some of the Wolfs clothes that fit him, he folded them neatly and snagged Hikarus wallet from the night stand and padded to the basement, hosing off any trace of himself. His scent, faux fur and other traces down the drain he calmly discarded his false I.D. and entire wallet into the flames as well. After a quick shower, he dressed, donning the armor first. Pocketing the cash from the wolfs wallet and his own, he made a speedy check of the house, gathering a small bag with some personal items including some identification, pocketing only what he needed, and burning the rest. Tossing the wolfs wallet into the flames he turned to the countertop nearby and dialed a taxi, giving them an address a block over and walked out the door. It was time to clear things up and leave town.

	Pawing absently at the radio dial in the cruiser, looking for some interesting background noise other than the flat static chatter and non sequitur from dispatch, the big husky found only jazz, and talk radio. Pfft Same crap they always have on a weeknight. he huffed in disgust switching it off in disgust.
In spite of being one of the youngest, and possibly most fit in among the other furs working street patrol, he was beginning to see the attraction of doughnuts and coffee, simply to break the monotony of countless hours listening to dispatch chatter, sitting on his ass, praying for a simple traffic stop. He supposed he should be grateful that this area had such low crime rate that he was one of only two other furs on patrol for a twenty mile radius during weeknights. Still though, the coffee would be a welcome change. He had just moved the gear selector to drive to complete another circuit of the neighborhood when something much more interesting than coffee came his way.

 He stopped just short of the large SUV running the red light at the intersection, nearly broadsiding him and saw a curious and horrifying thing. One fur, a terrified fox, desperately trying to wrest the wheel back under control, another in the passenger seat, pale looking, bleeding and missing fur, a lot of fur before the panicked looking fox cleared the intersection and accelerated. As almost immediately, a pursuing red sports car hurtled through, going over an island casting sparks from the frame scraping the yield sign it had flattened. Aiming for a broadside and missing, the tiny coupe fishtailed as the officer stared in slack muzzle horror as something poked ominously from the open window, aimed at the larger truck. The other driver saw this and promptly swerved into the tiny red car as the officer sped behind just close enough to see a shotgun clatter to the pavement. He was already on the radio with dispatch, calling in codes and turning on the lights and siren as the police cruiser topped ninety, passing over the spinning shotgun. Yes. He would have settled for coffee, but this is what you get for complaining.

	Scorpiious swayed in his seat, half conscious, wishing he was wasnt. Every missing patch of fur, every cut, ached dully, tenderly. His head spun sickly, hurting as well. As he looked up through the window to see where he was his spinning head turned his stomach and he gripped the door handle, vomiting again. Ignoring the warm horror that flowed under his foot paws on the matt he wondered why Spirit couldnt have simply come and checked the basement at some point. Why he was attacked for no good reason other than being around. He looked over at Spirit at the wheel, looking a fright and felt a whirl of sorrow, confusion and hurt and anger, which turned into another wave of nausea. Why why Scorpiious mumbled quietly, letting his head down between his knees, and wanting nothing more than for everything, the confusing feelings and the sickly feeling to go away. Whatever it took, anything. If it was such a problem that he came to see his brother, and had to go through all this because of it, they could keep him. 

	Hikaru still chased behind, closing as Spirit kept the speedometer at 90 or so, afraid to go any faster. He had, had pulled a gun on him He was out of his mind, and why? He looked over, seeing Scorpiious crumpled in the passenger seat, the reek of vomit was too much and he risked taking a paw off the wheel to lower the window, quickly slapping it back to the wheel as the large truck swayed threateningly on some uneven pavement. The police officer he had nearly hit a few blocks back was behind them, aggressively swinging, trying to get beside Hikaru in the tiny red car and Spirit dearly wished he would catch up. This had to end, he had to get his brother to a hospital, had to end this insanity.  It was then that he noticed the police blockade that he just formed up ahead, and one of the officers throwing something on to the roadway. Spirit cheered, throwing his paw in the air. It would be over! Finally, some help! He let off the gas as he drew closer realizing as he passed over it that they were spike strips the officer had thrown down. Inexperienced at driving under the best circumstances, the fox panicked pulling the wheel back hard as four rolling flats fought him. Only half noticing the pop of the tires from Hikaru behind him as he lost control hitting something hard, his last thoughts were gratitude, then blissful darkness.

 Padding along faster, having heard several loud noises just ahead Krechevskoy was excited, not that he was a ghoul, but, there could be fringe benefits in it for him if he could help somehow. Failing that, it would at least be an interesting show. Creeping in the dark of the shrubbery instinct took over. He smelt first, the soft loamy earth under his paws as he crept, the musky acrid tang of tires hot from skidding on pavement. He could even smell the fresh oil coating on the blacktop, giving off a sickly tar like scent. And the sweet sickly smell of antifreeze, all above the din of the panicked shouting of, He peered through the bushes, yes shouting, panicked police officers with guns drawn. They were pulling a snarling crying wolf from a red Nissan rx7 buried in the side of large silver SUV, its passenger side rocking on the pavement. Krechevskoy crouched back down not needing to see any more. The scent alone had told him it was bad. Krechevskoy closed his eyes, feeling the cool damp earth crumble wetly under his paws and smelt, inhaling deeply. There was something else he had smelt, a reek of sickly death and vomit, tart in the nose. He tried to pick it back up. He ignored the shouts of the police and the sirens of the EMTs. Although he couldnt help the wolf or whoever was in the other car now, maybe he could help with what was He sniffed again, clearly another feline. Thrown from the vehicle on its side maybe? He peered back through the hedges, yes; the windshield was missing on one side. Which he could see above the heads of the technicians checking the fox in the drivers seat, one furry ear scraped on the pavement. As they roused him, cutting away the seatbelt and pulling out what was left of the windshield the fox seemed to look directly in his eyes. And everything else around dimmed for a long moment as Krechevskoy only saw the eye shine of the fox that seemed to be trying to say something with his eyes and he sensed hurt, confusion. Gratitude from the fox as his eyes darted twice, up, to the bushes just beyond Krechevskoy. Knowing they could see each other, he nodded to the fox from the shrubbery he was hiding in, as the foxs eyes slowly closed.

	Pausing as he sniffed, drawing close to a break in the shrubbery, the white tiger paused, trying to find the other passenger and concentrating on staying hidden at the same time. The wind had picked up, gusting and made a mess of the mlange of odors on the air. He crouched, his stripes changing to a deep black, then an alternating rainbow pattern as he saw another break in the shrubs, this one much coarser with the debris of leaves and twigs marking a path to a dark crumpled form against a tree quite some distance from the roadway. Cautiously padding closer, now on all fours he concentrated on keeping his stripes, and thus his scent neutral, and cyan in color. Crouching now beside the form, he touched it sadly with his paw what was a strikingly beautiful hybrid of fox and cat, the dead fur resembled the fox in the crumpled SUV, only black, with the remains of stunning crimson detail in his coat on his ears and tail visible under the tattered fabric of whatever he had been wearing. What had happened, he didnt know, but he couldnt grasp why the fox had done this to someone he was clearly related to. His stripes shifted from a vivid velvet red, then white as he gently brushed dirt and debris from the once fine coat. As his paw swept along the other furs muzzle, it gasped, arching its back, coughing up blood as it grasped Krechevskoys paw.

	
	Gently lifting the battered cat/fox with his scarf, it twined around the other fur like a cast, immobilizing it and hopefully holding the broken bones in place. Careful to hold the other fur on his side closely to his original position to keep him from drowning in his own blood Krechevskoy lifted the small form easily, carrying him by the other end of the curious red scarf like a bag as he padded back, away from the horrible accident toward his own car. 

	Wh -cough- shhh Dont talk, youre hurt and youll make it worse. Im trying to help you. Youre lucky I was in town to pick up another pet. Be silent Krechevskoy said quietly, watching warily around him, as he laid the other fur on the table he had sat at not two hours ago. Well then, now that were away from whoever that was that you were with that did all this to you The tiger gestured. Lets get to know one another a bit better. My name is Krechevskoy, whats yours?  He said as he put a strangely flavored lozenge in the other furs mouth, who nearly spit it out. Ah-ah, no, that stays in, it will help the bleeding, whats your name cat? Krechevskoy said as he sat, watching the other cat, stroking his fur under the scarf reassuringly. The other fur looked around confused, coughed and shook his head slowly, smearing some blood on the wood table. I I dont remember, Where is..? He trailed off, unsure of everything, only that he was with someone before, and had no idea where he was now, or who the tiger, Krechevskoy was. Do I do I know you? he said to the white tiger, watching the curious shift of his stripes from a brilliant yellow, to a viscous dark green then a slowly shifting rainbow pattern as he spoke, the colors segueing fluidly with his words as he told the battered hybrid what he had seen, what had happened, and that he felt the fox he had seen was somehow responsible. And so, here I am, and Im going to take you home, try to help you. But Ill need to get you there first. Krechevskoy said, trailing off as he pulled out a phone from a pocket.

	He heard several faint ringing sounds from the cell phone held to Krechevskoys tucked ear before the tiger grunted in disgust, pocketing it roughly and looking back at the other cat. So, where was I? You forgot your name eh? he said, pulling the red scarf away from the other furs neck with a white paw, gently. Seeing a scratched brass tag that said Sco*****us An*** dangling loosely from the leather collar. Sco-us? Krechevskoy said, studying the lettering closely. Scorpi Scorpiious? The black cat shook his head, confused. Well Scorpiious, thats your tag on the collar, I guess thats the name youll go by. Maybe you bumped your head and knocked it loose, forgot But, its time we were going. he said with a grunt as he lifted the battered black cat/fox and padded toward where his car was parked.

	Walking back to where his evening had begun, waiting on some lion at the club he had been booted from, Krechevskoy wondered whether or not Scorpiious was the hybrid the lion had mentioned before he had arrived But, he had said it was a shaved hybrid with a docked tail that had been in some knife fights before the lion captured him This little feline didnt seem to fit that but Something stank The lion was not answering his phone, and something was suspicious about the accident that had quite literally dumped Scorpiious into his lap. This was no fighter, no illegal come to cause trouble, and not in need of reform from Krechevskoy, as reforming troublemakers was something of a side business the  tiger was involved with to supply the pet trade. He was indifferent for the most part as it paid the bills, but, this situation with Scorpiious was tastelessly immoral, it reeked of a family feud. Why the fox was driving with an escort and rather than get caught with his, well, they would have to be brothers, why he would rather kill him than be caught at pet trafficking Krechevskoy growled what had he gotten himself into with that lion?

	His stripes now faintly turning black as he opened the back door, he laid Scorpiious on the seat, leaning over to allow some slack in his scarf, as it untwined from around Scorpiious on its own, leaving him on the seat as he whimpered, curling up. Flatting his ears sadly, Krechevskoy sat next to him You dont remember anything, nothing at all?  Scorpiious shook his head at Krechevskoy, his face a mask of sadness and confusion. He mewled thinly, starting to tear up, gasping and holding his side with a paw. Krechevskoy shushed him and gently moved Scorpiious paw back down. Gently pressing them together, he slipped another oddly colored lozenge into the black cats muzzle. Please, eat that, you need to sleep, Scorpiious, until I get you home where I can do something to help, I think you may have more than a few broken bones, just rest and try not to move. Krechevskoy said as he rolled up a coat for a pillow, carefully buckling the shoulder and lap belts in the rear seat around Scorpiious to keep him from slipping off the seat and compounding his injuries more. Youll be fine, now rest, Ill go slowly. said Krech, petting Scorpiious gently before shutting the door. He snicked the keys out of a pants pocket, sliding into the seat and turning the engine over, and heading back down the road toward the accident.

	Scorpiious suckled gently on the strange clove flavored lozenge, trying to remember his name and what had happened to fuck him up so bad. The tiger, Krechevskoy, was right, it felt like a few fractures in his ribs, and he had probably broken, or at least fractured an arm and his hip. And he must have been in an accident like the tiger said, as he now noticed as the pain faded slightly, gummy chunks of tempered glass in his fur, stuck to him. He could see strobe lights on the grey headliner above him and propped himself up on an elbow to look out the window as the passed an accident slowly in the increasingly clogged early morning traffic. Is that the accident he had been in? That looked awful There were 4 furs in uniform, pointing pistols at a wolf being handcuffed on the ground, screaming at them as two other furs in white uniforms were restraining a fox on a stretcher trying to get up, incoherently pointing at a silver SUV laying on its side with both ends bent up, rocking from front to back with a little red car stuck in its side, and partly underneath. Scorpiious wondered briefly why he was here, and they were there, before he passed out, sleep and exhaustion overtaking him as his elbow slipped from under him on the soft fabric.

	The dreams in his fitful sleep were literally the stuff of nightmares, as Krechevskoy drove on through the dim morning light the whoosh, whoosh passage of the light poles  cast an orange glow down to Scorpiious eyes that whoosh whooshed into a series of passing floors in an elevator shaft as he fell and fell ever downward. He accelerated past each floor and began to scream. Then he woke, looking around in cloying darkness, close and damp. As he watched it began to fade and waver into a tepid sepia tone as his brothers smiling muzzle leaned over him.

Hi brofer, I missed u lots

As he leaned down to hug him, Scorpiious opened his arms blinking to clear away tears, so happy to see Spirit again. But when his eyes opened after a fraction of a second it was not Spirit but a huge nightmare shotgun muzzle with a deep wolf voice echoing down the barrels and it spoke.

 Furs change, they move on, youre not wanted anymore

	Then it blinked fire, snarling in Scorpiious face as he felt the first pellets hit, the flesh ripping, distending from the impact

Leave it be, leave me be, its better this way

	Shocked that his brother was saying such things, Scorpiious looked up, wondering why he was alive after having a shotgun pulled on him, fired in his face. Spirit reached a paw off the wheel of the SUV, the dim green light of the instruments lighting and shining in his fur, across his soft paws. Scorpiious gripped his brothers hand tightly and turning away, shocked at feeling the tires pop from the spike strips he looked forward as he passed through the windshield, his head hurting as if he had been hit with a cast iron pan Scorpiious saw the brightness of the headlamps, twisting as his truck hit something. The light suddenly gone he flew in darkness stung as he passed through a bush, ripping through the foliage. 

Oomph

	Scorpiious hit the ground feeling like everything had broken, tumbled loosely having no time to react and seeing only the wheel of stars and dark black earth as he tumbled over it, feeling his skin scrape and tear even through fur, then a sharp pain as it all stopped.

Darkness

	Soft beeps, a strange textured ceiling, blurry. Meuch m- Scorpiious worked his maw, dry enough for his tongue to stick to its roof. He looked around, his eyes still not adjusted. Seemed like a bedroom, but, he couldnt imagine where he was Wait, who the hell was he? Where the hell was he? He tucked his tail scooting to the edge of the bed to stand, and then stopped, hissing in pain sharply. Clenching his eyes shut, he felt strong, soft paws slide under him, opened them to see a huge white tiger with multicolored stripes standing over him. All he could do was blink in confusion. 

Hey, remember me?

	His voice was a deep, with a curiously soothing timbre, and he wore a red scarf that seemed to waft with no breeze. It moved in much the same way as his tail. His eyes never left Scorpiious as he sat with a lithe grace that didnt seem possible for such a large tiger. And he gave off a comforting scent that seemed soothing and, nearly good enough to eat. He blinked again. 

I dont I dont know who I am. Youre

I am Krechevskoy, and you are, according to the collar you had, Scorpiious Scorpiious Anwyl.

	He handed Scorpiious a battered, scraped collar, the tag dangled loosely, the brass clasp nearly pulled from the leather. It smelled of dirt, blood and vomit. Taking it in his paw, he nearly dropped it, repeating the name as he looked at Krechevskoy.

Scorpiious Anwyl Scorpiious Anwyl 

	He trailed off, tears flowing through his fur, recalling disjointed images. Nightmares every time he blinked his eyes. He saw a basement, felt the sting of cold water, then was flying through chilly air to land in pain and dirt. But he could not remember the names, the places. And in his frustration he began to sob, rolling to his side.  Krechevskoys large paw stroked his arm, now in a cast from the shoulder down.

I think that, your wolf friend, the one who was chasing the fox I saw was planning to sell you. There was an article in the paper a few days ago.

That fox, youre part fox; I think he is your brother, isnt he?

	Scorpiious shakes his head, uncertain sniffling as Krechevskoy hands him a newspaper. On the front page:

Illegal Midwest Pet Ring Bust 
AP reports:


*********** Police report that due to the confession of an as yet un-named wolf, a local resident and the corroborating story from his accomplice, Lion in species, identity withheld that a missing fur/person report filed earlier this week was the result of a kidnapping. One Scorpiious Anwyl, visiting his brother, Spirit ****** of *********** was reported missing by Spirit and his boyfriend nearly a week before.
The as yet unnamed lion involved in the case was caught attempting to flee the state during a random security check at the international airport. The identification he provided to authorities there did not match the credit card he had previously reserved a rental vehicle with one month prior to these events. Upon investigating his claim that the vehicle had been stolen and the lack of an accompanying police report, he was held for 4 hours as part of standard anti-terror security procedures. During that time the vehicle he had claimed stolen was reported by police on the other side of the city as being involved in a high speed chase down the central parkway when it nearly collided with an officer on patrol in the area pursuing a silver SUV, Registered to a Scorpiious ****** of Southern California. The brother of Mr. ***** was reported as driving the vehicle and being the only occupant when police and emergency services arrived early that morning. The young fox claims that his brother, who he reported missing nearly two weeks ago, was thrown from the vehicle when the stolen rental car driven by his boyfriend collided with his brothers SUV after officers had deployed spike strips to halt the deadly chase. Despite forensic evidence supporting this claim, all three are still being held after this second disappearance of Mr. *****, due to the unnamed lion being a suspect in a major illegal pet ring known kidnapping and selling mostly furs in the tri state areas as slaves on the black market around the world


	Scorpiious let the paper slide from his paws, unable to read any more. His own brother, who he could not remember, had been trying to. Sell him. He planned on selling him to someone to be their personal maid... or, fuck toy or something. He lifted the bed sheet, looking down at stubbly fur growing in over sickly yellow patches of skin, scar tissue all the way from his chest to his foot paws. He cried, knowing he had no family anymore. He held his head the thick lump in his throat pulling his head down, keeping him from breathing as the tears flowed. And he just, just couldnt remember clearly who he really was. Krechevskoy cleared his throat, gently squeezed Scorpiious unbroken foot paw through the thin sheet, as he spoke.

	I know, that you dont know me, and you dont have to read any more of that, or do anything right now except heal. he paused, looking down. But there was a lot you missed in the week you were out of it. Your brothers boyfriend was arrested on kidnapping, assault battery and a whole list of other charges along with the lion. Krechevskoy lowered his voice to a whisper, looking earnestly at Scorpiious. Spirit didnt know anything about it, hes been released, and everyone thinks youre dead, or that someone else was waiting to pick you up, for that pet ring. he cleared his throat. You can do what you want when youre healed, but I thought you should know that you were who that lion planned on selling, and it was to me that he planned to sell you.

	Scorpiious looked up in horror, as the tiger looked guiltily at the floor, continuing, his face showed shame, pure shame, the scarf hung limp. And his stripes were a deep green, pulsing almost, as he spoke to the carpet

	When I got to the city and arranged to purchase you, I was told that you were being sold as part of a rehabilitation program or some such, kind of a work release program. A temporary servitude, which is legal in that area, then finding out now that he trailed off, his voice breaking. Im sorry, I didnt know. And neither did you brother, as far as I can tell from what Ive read. If Spirit is guilty of anything, its ignorance and neglect Krechevskoy stood, clearing his throat. Im not asking you to forgive me, for being part of something so terrible, only that you give me a chance, and give yourself one to heal. What youve been through was, awful. He produced a vial of a clear blue fluid, radiating a cool light and placed it by the bedside. That, curious substance is from me. Literally, and normally, it would mark you as my pet for life. It will also accelerate your healing. In this instance, for my behavior, the pet part is waived. He looked at Scorpiious in an odd way, not frightening, just oddly. Its an open option if you want to be my pet, but as things are, youd be more a family member, and that is because I feel guilt that you have nowhere else to go. a pause The only thing that will change permanently for you in respect to this, Scorpiious is that with all your injuries and unique heritage youll probably be much more flexible physically.  Rather than say, a bone growing back stronger as it heals, the compensation is more flexibility, but I cant be sure, so thats your decision, dont rush it.  With that, Krechevskoy padded out, slowly closing the door behind him, leaving Scorpiious with his thoughts, with far too many thoughts.

Three Months later:

	Pawing through a box of his old things doing some fall cleaning, Scorpiious found the collar that his Master had found on him when he saved him near that dark cold highway. It was heading on toward fall now and he had not heard from Spirit or about any of the others from that cold night when he lost his memory and nearly his life. Only news reports that the pet ring had been broken up, its members arrested. His brother had been doing well from what he had heard; And Scorpiious had been busy piecing his own life back together. And he was still unsure about Spirit. Maybe they would see each other again one day and things could be sorted out. 

	He had decided to forgive Krechevskoy as he wasnt at fault and move on from the events that had happened that day, but he would always remember the choices he had made that had brought him to this point in his life though he had moved on. Whatever had happened, Spirit was still a brother. And hopefully he could move on too. And thanks to Master Krechevskoy, all that he had lost, including a sense of fur family, and belonging had been replaced. He had his fur, his heart and all the love he needed back in his life. He had taken the blue vial, and it had created some curious changes, as he could now change form at will among other things. Putting a tiny picture of his brother back in the box and placing it on the shelf he padded out of the room swishing his tail happily in the bright morning sun pouring through the windows. 

	Of all the terrible things that had happened back then, the worst had been being alone. For a long time it had kept him up late at night, he had cried, railed and raged at the injustice and the isolation. Then he had relearned all that he had lost with the patience of his new family. Krechevskoy had taught him his worth, and to love and accept himself, his adopted fur brothers, Littilwood, a squirrel, for the most part. Littil had been the one who helped him with the physical changes and is still a constant companion. Foxie, a fox-dragon and a hybrid like himself was his eldest brother in his new family and a fellow pet as well. Foxie had taught him patience, tolerance and acceptance, which he had the most difficult time with while he was healing. And then there was Rex, a pure fox, always there when he seemed to be alone, or when the others were busy. Rex, along with Foxie helped with tolerance and patience. With their help he had forgiven the past and gradually let go. He had made new friends too, and in spite of all that had happened he has learned to forgive himself. 

	He could hear Littilwood, Foxie Rex and Krechevskoy in the dining room, making breakfast. He made his bed, and picked up the tiny Bluetooth headset that had saved his life all those months ago, on that steel table. He didnt expect any calls today, and had made plans with Littilwood and Krechevskoy, an entire day on the coasters. He left the headset and the phone on the nightstand and went down to breakfast.


