Right. Because There’s No Bigger Sign Of

„ma'am?“ She Glanced Up At Me, Pushing Her Glasses Up Her Nose As She Did. “hmm? Oh, I Remember You. Miss Melbourne.“ “melrose,“ I Corrected. “are You Sure? I Could've Sworn You Were Named After Someplace In Australia.“ „well, My First Name Is Sydney,“ I Said, Not Sure If I Should Be Encouraging Her.

Rose, I'm An Addict With No Work Ethic Who Is Likely Going To Go Insane. I'm Not Like You. I'm Not A Super-hero." "not Yet," I Said.

Theyʹre Shooting At Us,ʺ I Said Incredulously. ʺtheyʹre Actually Shooting At Us!

If We Could Manage Any Sort Of Trust Again... Well. That Would Make Me Happier Than You Can Imagine

He Used To Talk To Me About Russia All The Time And Had Sworn Up And Down That I'd Love It Here. "to You, It'd Be Like A Fairy Tale," He'd Told Me. "sorry, Comrade. Borg And Out-of-date Music Aren't Part Of Any Happy Ending I've Ever Imagined." "borscht, Not Borg. And I've Seen Your Appetite. If You Were Hungry Enough, You'd Eat It." "so Starvation's Necessary For This Fairy Tale To Work Out?