No matter what happens, we'll always be together, always find a way to locate each other. No matter which guise my soul decides to wear, I will always return to you. Just like I always have returned to you.

Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there's no use. Even though it's futile. Even though it's way past too late.

What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.

You hurt my feelings." He shoots me a wounded look. "I wasn't aware that you had any.

Only love heals. Anger, guilt, and fear can only destroy and separate you from your true capabilities.

I'm after something far more esoteric than a virginal shag. Though, if you'd like, darlin', I'm certainly up for the task.

Family dinner. Seven-thirty sharp. Tie optional. Straight-jacker required.