      due South: Ah! Now I remember. Oh, dear.	 

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Fraser's apartment is trashed by bearded heavies. Ray offers to help him
clean up.
 It's thirsty work, apparently...

 
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Ah! Now I remember. Oh, dear.

   
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Vast, soothing, Cimmerian clouds eclipsed the sun.
It was just as well.

 
*

 
牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Fraser, this ain't your apartment." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"What?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"It's way too untidy." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"What? Ray, don't be ridiculous." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Take a look..." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Oh, dear..." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Would I lie to you?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"I don't believe so, no." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"What're you doin'?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Opening the window, Ray." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Fraser! Get away from there!" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Ray, there's no need to shout." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"You coulda fallen!" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Unlikely, unless you shout
again." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Okay, okay. Just don't do that again." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"All right." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Good." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"I do have one question." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"What?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"What are you still doing here?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Um..." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"And why are we both...?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Oh, my God..." 

*

 
Negotiating the stairs was tricky, especially as there were now so many of
them.
 Negotiating the traffic was easier. It was on the level.
 Well, it was until you looked down.

 
*

 
牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"No, I'm sorry, Ray. I simply
cannot accept your explanation." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Well, okay, you tell me what happened." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Ah. Well, now, you see, I have a
problem with that." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"There you go then, Benny. I don't know and neither do
you." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"It would appear so." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Pass the ice, and for God's sake stop yellin'." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Sorry, Ray. We paid good money
for this?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"No, I did." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Oh." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Yeah, you can thank me later." 

*

 
Standing up took real effort. Walking was only possible with the
assistance of heavy furniture. Drinking the coffee could be achieved if
you could do it quickly. Eating? Forget it.

 
*

 
牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Fraser? What's up?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"I remember..." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"What?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"I said I rem..." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"What d'you remember?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"What happened last night." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"You do?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Yes, Ray." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"And?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"And what?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"And you're gonna keep it to yourself?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"You want me to tell you now?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Why not?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Well... it's just that... I don't
think... no, I can't." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Yes, you can. In here." 

*

 
"Truthful. Adjective. Habitually or actually telling what one believes to
be true; put forward in good faith as what one believes to be true;
conveying the truth."
 Said like that, it doesn't sound too bad. Does it?

 
*

 
牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"You what?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"I didn't say me, Ray, I said we."


牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"We what?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Yes. At least I... I think so." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"You think so?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"I'm not entirely sure." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"WHAT?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"It could just have been the
effect of the..." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"So you imagined it?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Possibly." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Fraser, you and your imagination need some serious
help." 

*

 
Sometimes, the sun makes a real effort to burn away cloud cover, but it's
not until midday that it's strong enough to have any great effect. It
comes as a surprise, therefore, when the occasional glimmer does break
through to illuminate something...

 
*

 
牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Hey, Benny." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Hello, Ray." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"You gotta minute?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Yes. What's the matter?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Not here." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"In here?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Uh... I remember." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Remember what?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"What we were talking about earlier, Fraser." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"What were we talking about
earlier?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"You know, Fraser. Last night? yeah?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"I do? Ah, yes. I do." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Yeah." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Ah. And?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"You were right." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Oh. Oh, dear." 

*

 
'Don't go on looking at me like that, because you'll wear your eyes out.'
 Emile Zola.

 
*

 
牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Thank you, Ray." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"What for?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Helping me tidy up." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Well, you kept telling me it was my mess." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"It was." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Yeah, okay. Mea culpa." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"It is very tidy." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"It is! You impressed?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Well, I wouldn't go that far." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"How far would you go, Fraser?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Well..." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"This far?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Mmm, maybe." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"This far?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Possibly." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"This far?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Probably." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"How 'bout this far?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"That should do it." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Good! I was gettin' worried, Benny." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"I do have one question." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Mmmmmmmm?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Will you help me tidy up in the
morning?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Oh, yeah, no problem..." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Ray, what are you doing down
there?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Mmmmmmmm?" 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Ah. Now I remember." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Mmmmmmmm." 

牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋"Oh, dear." 

*

 
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