Even as he finished the story, he would hear a feminine gasp and a glass hit the ground. The shrill tinkling of glass on wood was as loud as mortar fire, and as profound as a death sentance. The voice that came after, soft and refined yet so paradoxically rugged and harsh was so definately her. But how? "Drake?....Is...that you?" Was that fear? Joy? Hatred? Her voice shook so much it was hard to tell. All he knew was that it wasn't possible. "I...what..." The sound of the girl wetting her lips and taking a deep breath were audible even in the ruckus. "I thought you....were still on Amoridia?"