It seems as though I have been in suspended animation, or some such. Although I have been working harder than I ever have in my life, there's a sense of waiting, of readiness, as if I'm holding my breath.
At any rate, rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated -- if you're listening to Will.
Aren't we due for another holiday yet? One where the lot of us can swarm about and play to our heart's content.
Will, call me. We're due for a good long...study session, if only we can make our schedules compromise. (Good lord, is there anyone in the world who doesn't yet know we're an item?)