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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3999383" data-attributes="member: 11760">“And good morning to you, kind lady,” Heath replies, bowing his head formally. “Although it’s almost too late to call it that.”She sits up and stretches again, this time with her arms. Heath watches this sturdy woman, whom he'd always known as the one of the only Kems with any decency, and deep within him, something screams. But it feels so natural.She smiles a loving smile to Heath.“I think the day’s cyphering can wait for me to rouse myself. I’ll bet Old Man Crippen’s seed is still right where we left it yesterday.”Heath laughs softly, dropping onto the bed. Somewhere inside him, a voice screams this isn't him, that this morning isn't this morning, that it happened long ago.“I can’t imagine the beating I’d take from Rutar if he knew,” Heath chuckles and idly scratches his nose; a habit that wasn't his.“That you’ve got a woman tendin’ the books?” she asks, already knowing the answer.“You knew my uncle,” Ronco says through Heath’s lips. “You know my family.”Heath bucks at that last comment, his mind suddenly reasserting itself with the statement. He'd never had any quarrel with Ronco Kem, aside from who his brother was, but that was the trouble. He didn’t want any part in any dream as any Kem. Heath jumps back from the bed, and feels something tear away from him. He clamps his eyes tight and feels a cold tremor inside his chest.When he opens his eyes again, the room was empty, dusty and lifeless like the others ... except for a tall, black-haired man in black bedclothes leaning weakly against the doorframe. Rogren Kem examines Heath with hungry falcon’s eyes.“Leach, what the devil are you doing in my home? And what are you gibbering about?”</blockquote>

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