Good Or Bad? Good. That's What I

But Now You're Unhappy," He Pointed Out. "and?" I Challenged. "that Doesn't Seem Fair." He Shrugged, But His Eyes Were Still Intense. I Laughed Without Humour. "hasn't Anyone Told You? Life Isn't Fair." "i Believe I Have Heard That Somewhere Before," He Agreed Dryly.

Driving At The Speed Limit--hideous Thought.

Bella?" A Different Voice Called From The Distance. No! Please Let Me Be Imagining That Horribly Familiar Voice.

Though There Was No Sound, There Was A Change. The Atmosphere, Which Had Gone Tense At My Accusation, Relaxed. I Wondered How I Knew This. I Had A Strange Sensation That I Was Somehow Receiving More Than My Five Senses Were Giving Me - Almost A Feeling That There Was Another Sense, On The Fringes, Not Quite Harnessed. Intuition? That Was Almost The Right Word. As If Any Creature Needed More Than Five Senses.

Yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of Heroin.