| "I'm constantly looking to see if things could be done diffrently or better." -George W. Bush |
| "I wish you had given me this written question ahead of time, so I could plan for it... You know, I just.. I'm sure something will pop into my head here in the middle of this press conference, with all the pressure of trying to come up with a answer, but it hasn't yet." -George W. Bush, in responce to a question about mistakes made in his administration. |
| Around the side, over the crumbling main entrance, he found what he was looking for. |
| Paul climbed the stairs, and walked towards the crumbling main doors. There, standing at a window, her back to him, was a girl. She wore a knee length coyote fur coat. Her features were vaughly Asian. He smiled, moved forward. |
| "I knew you'd be here," he said. |
| She turned, regarded him with dark eyes, and smiled. He leaned against the rust fence, as she leaned against the broken window. They regarded each other in silence. |
| next |
| "What news," he asked. |
| She shrugged, said, "The Walker thugs have called a cease-fire. Of course, the Rhodes Faction are sure it's a trick. The Ketchup Faction are dubious as well. It doesn't seem likely to hold." |
| "Fuck" |
| The girl looked at him sharply. |