Damien’s eyes continued to watch the flicker of rain against the glass as he carried on eating the pie; eat mouthful met with a shiver in his eyes as the softness of each rich texture seemed to separate and blend within the sanctuary of his senses.  He was still distracted by the rain; or rather, the memories evoked by the rain, when his fork clattered against china.  The sound roused his attention and he turned to regard the plate with an almost despondent look; aside from a few flakes of pasty the pie was no more.  He placed the fork down and sat musing with his drink.