#Chapter72
He wondered if he climbed to the top of Snowdon, the very peak, the coldest point, if he'd feel anything at all? Or would the chill ice it out? The feelings, the pain. Just everything.
/"What are you doing, Wo-Wo?/"
Three blinks and a 'who'da'hell are you later, Ronan had sprung to his feet, backing away from the lady in front of him. Calmed down as recognition poked his brain, familiarity stroking at her features. She was youngish, and time and weariness had hardened the softness of her expression, but pretty nevertheless. But it didn't explain where he knew her from. He couldn't place her.
/"We met last night. You were at Joe's Diner with the big scary guy./"
/"Dani,/" he recalled, the penny finally dropping. /"Your name's Dani?/"
She smiled but it slipped as the blare of horns sounded, screaming against the muted sounds of later life. With a scowl, she spun on her heels and flipped off a car.
