When one person witnesses an event they see it through their own eye, their history, their present. One month through several eyes. (Edited)
There was a Cabaret, there Was an Master of Ceremonties, there was a City called New York, in a country called America, It was the End of the World. And I was dancing. We were all fast asleep.
Briar now in his twenties learns to deal with his past from the girl he has to teach. And Sandry the woman he'll marry
Love is a fickle thing. It ends quietly (Slash Spec/Dutchy)
I introduced them. I didn't mean to have that happen
Spot goes on one last job.