[I'm still amazed by what I can take in stride. He shrugs his shoulders. Things are drifting back. Slowly, like wind blowing past him, slowly filtering in pieces of the things he remembered from his time outside of the green.

There are emotions too carried with words on the late spring breezes.]

If this be error and upon me proved...I never writ, nor no man...ever loved.

[Ladies liked Shakesphere.]

Focus on more...important matters. You're safe here. So far. There is something...at work here. We're at the center of a conspiracy.