The Brotherhood was strong, a unit. a powerful force in their world for good. And so too were the females. Strong. A unit. A powerful force for good in their world.

Hello, Doctor. It's your man.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

When Vishous pushed open the door to the exam room, he got a gander at the kind of seating arrangement that made him think fondly of castration.

Christ, don't you ever knock? It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?

Come here. I need to hold on to you." She felt the same way. And when there was no distance between them, it was like coming home.

Uh-huh, right. Let me count all the ways you and I aren't going there.