The Guardians Wouldn't Abandon The Last Dragomir.

Sometimes Talking To You Is Like Talking To Myself: Pretty Damned Annoying.

A Year. We'd Known Each Other Only A Year, But We'd Lived A Lifetime In It.

"what's Going On?" He Asked, Looking From Face To Face. "i Was Having A Good Dream." "i Need You," Said Lisa. "i Hear That From Women A Lot."

Abe Swept In, Resplendent In A Gray And Yellow Suit That Coordinated Bafflingly Well With Adrian's Paint Job.

You're My Flame In The Dark. We Chase Away The Shadows Around Each Other.