Billy settled into a booth and watched the Bar go by. He was bouncy and ordered breakfast for himself as he waited for Cassie to show up.

It was a good morning, and he couldnt wait to see her.

He watched the bar and just hummed to himself.

(millitimed to the morning of the 4th of October.)

Billy woke with a start, eyes wide. The night was calm and dark, and it was nearly morning. He stretched, then rose, padding off for morning ablutions. It had been a few days since he and Cassie had returned to Milliways, and last night she had stayed in her rooms downstairs ( Read more... )

The next morning, sunlight wakes Billy, making him blink. He slowly stretches and grins at the Cassie attached to him. He pokes her gently.

"Wake up sleepyhead."

Sunday Evening, sometime before Sunset ( Read more... )

Billy yawns as he stretches and opens his eyes. Where? Oh, yeah!

He rolls off the couch and slowly rises, unsteady until he gets his feet.

He staggers off to the restroom and washes up, finding some clothes to throw on, before peeking in the bedroom and grinning. Cassie is still out and gone.

She must have really needed it...He walks to the ( Read more... )

William leads her out of the doorway and into a quiet room, his hotel room.

He smiles at her and points the way to the door.

"The restaurant is just below us and the play is down the street."

The room is lushly appointed in reds and yellows and blacks. He leads her out to a just as lush but more tasteful hallway and to the elevators.

He finishes packing, not much to see, and head downstairs,, then outside ( Read more... )

Nightmares crash over Billy, filling his mind with chaos and making him cry out in his sleep ( Read more... )

In a quiet room, in a house of Paris, a closet door opens ( Read more... )

Billy runs ( Read more... )