Oh Lordy, it had been a while. Many, many days. Or, about two years, to put a finer point, as it were, on it. Since the tying in. And the kicka-thocka. And the "Well. I am scared." And the wheeeeeezing.

Glayven.

Brian and I called off the embargo. He got on a plane. I waited. Due to airport regulations, I was unable to meet him in baggage claim. I neglected to present flowers at the car. This caused quite a spat. After 15 minutes of disappointed, tearful silence, we hugged and resolved to seek counselling following the trip. There would be no driving. Until... driving. But not far. Just over the line to N'am'shire. And there? What lay there? Well, we aim to show you.