"I think I feel better." Keith was closing up, forcing composure onto himself as his spine faded due to pain. He felt like something was wrong, but he didn't know what. His spirits lifted when she asked about the date. He had almost forgotten. A slight smile came to his face. "Well, I was thinking we could meet at the front of the school after classes on Friday. We can eat dinner in the usual spot for lunch, and then I can show you my favorite place in the whole world . . ." He spoke kindly, hiding his trembling pain. The guy's night didn't sound so bad, but he would try not to drink too much. Keith felt a massive pain shot down his spine and down his right arm, and his composure was fading. His calculating, encyclopedic mind kicked in, running through the possibles, but nothing was computing. It was like the pain he had felt in his chest since last night. Not able to comprehend emotional pain translating to physical pain, Keith had no answers.