He didn't know how he was going to handle this. What should he do? He had never felt frightened in his life. He, Henry Bolton, the one who slew Crota and mastered the pit not by force but by mastery was never one to face fear. And yet... The thought of the event that was about to happen was almost too much for him to handle. "Dammit" he said to himself. He moved slowly at first. Then he quickened his pace. He moved fast. If he didn't he surly wouldn't leave Venus alive. He rounded a corner and faced what he knew he could avoid for no longer. "Hey," she said. She was awoken, like him. Her hair was a nice velvet colour that was cut short for convenience. "You ready for our date?" She asked. Henry nodded his head. And they proceeded to enter the Steps. If only she knew, he though, that the guy she was dating was gay.