She chuckles as you go. "You are right again Jams, right again." Standing she takes her leave of the little table. The light streaming through the window is warm and castes that warmth sweetly on the tea set left behind. Sole survivors of a curious and bittersweet meeting between two friends. Never able to tell the tale, forever drenched in a timeless memory. Zara smiles at the pretty little scene before her. In turning to walk down the hallway she leaves with a new maturity, a new solemnity, a stronger character.