It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.

How do you know so much about people?

Well, you have to learn how to read their faces.

I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame, Kath, because we’ve loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.

You know my methods, Watson.

Next time, we don’t date the girl with eleven evil ex-boyfriends.

It’s seven.

Oh, well, that’s not that bad.

The way he said my name sent a chill down my back. Nobody called me Perseus except those who knew my true identity. Friends … and enemies.