"The last five years, you mean?" He shakes his head. "I've been listening, watching the news, mostly from across the Atlantic." He looks sheepish over this, but once he landed in America, he ran out of funds to go back. "We have to get close to sense each other. Fifteen to twenty meters, at a maximum."

His other hand comes up on the table, and he begins to play with her fingers gently. "He must hate me. I'd hate me, if I were in his position. Heh... I do hate me, a lot of the time. But I have to at least try to apologize."