Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

Puny creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding

Elizabeta: Everyone's a rat!
Niko: Not me.

The faint glow escaped my fingers and began to spark brightly and spirit me away. Unlocking alien memories of spiralling towers, endless deserts, and impossible geometry.

Jimmy? Little Jimmy - my, how you're grown up. So good of you to come visit your grandma.