It was kind of like the feeling you get when you're waking from a dream in a nice warm bed... knowing you will have to get up soon, but the warmth of your surroundings, and the comfort of oblivion that is so sublime in sleep... tell you to just keep your eyes shut, and maybe you'll drift away again. And what the hell was she doing wearing a whore's costume, on a beach? As she got to her feet, shakily dusting sand off her body she noticed the rough ghost of pain from a rather large tattoo covering most of her chest. ...was that guy still talking? "buy your life with his death"