And while he waits for Ken, Miles tosses himself back so that he's lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

His mind was running a marathon on steroids. The nine months in Germany, the prosecutor that offered to let him be a apprentice, accepting that offer, finding out that he physically couldn't speak a word about anything he knew, his younger sister, who was now here, older. With a riding crop.

".....How long will it take you to get here, Mr. von Karma?"