Tate was working away at her story she was almost finished with it, feeling a distant almost ‘out of body experience.’  She was very excited but at the same time was saddened for she knew what would happen when she finished it.  All she could do was write it.  That’s what kept her going.  She began thinking about her love, Jebous, she worried that he would not return in time, she wondered what would happen to him when he arrived and she was already done.  She began to cry sobbing and sobbing she missed him very much, and wanted to go and get him but one of the rules said she was never to be seen by anyone but Jebous.  She still wrote on her story and was getting very close to completing it.

              After he chugged another 4 beers he started feeling a little antsy, and wanted to try another drink, he asked for something stronger, the chugg master went to the room again and brought out a bottle of aged whiskey, the date on the bottle was around 1973 but he couldn’t really read it because it was so old.  He poured Jebous a shot of the whiskey and Jebous slammed it down. He continued to slam them down forgetting all about Tate and how he felt earlier.  Hours passed and he continued to drink, since all his drinks were on the house he soon forgot about time. 

              Tate was still thinking about Jebous when she started having very strong feelings, like something was wrong.  There was nothing she could do so she pulled out her Rule book.  But could not find anything about her feelings, she felt deep inside that he was in trouble, and that he may not make it back to her.  She suddenly fell asleep.  When she awoke the night had turned into day and she was unsure how long she had been out.  After she woke up completely, she felt compelled to begin writing again.  She wrote for hours hoping Jebous would return soon, for she felt her time was coming soon and wanted to see him, to tell him everything before it is too late.