"Hello, Drake. You wanted to see me?" Danny almost indicated a chair as Drake hovered into the room but he realized how pointless that would be before he did.
"Yeah, thanks, Danny. It's hard to believe it's almost been a year, huh?"
"Time's a funny thing. Believe me, I know."
"I guess you would. Look, there's no easy way to say this so I'm just going to do it. I've been thining it over the last week and I've decided I'm moving back to Wisconsin effective after the next mission. I figure I owe you that at least. I'm sorry, it's just with Jessica being pregnant and with it looking like I...well..."
"No other explaination is needed, Drake. I understand and I appreciate you lettingme know in advance."
"Thanks. Do you think we can wait to tell the others? Until after the party i mean."
"Sure Drake. Speaking of which, we'd better get going. I suppose you've breought some Miller beer."
"Miller? No way. That stuff's awful. I brought LaBatt Blue. I may be from Wisconsin, but I have some taste...
