<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/LordJohnathanWeston.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Johnathan Weston<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Study floor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Elizabeth Kingston<br/><strong>When:</strong>About 2pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Recovering<br/><hr/><br/>John was dreaming a peaceful dream, it was him and Elizabeth, together as they always where, he really did love her so very much and in truth there were times that he wished she hadn't been married when they met, of course he had been married as well, and still was, but Lydia was vivacious and always wanting to socialize and the parties! Elizabeth loved those things too, but she also liked to just stay in bed and teach John various things, that he never got right, but he tried out of the desire to please her. It was funny though, the thought of which made him giggle as he slept, Elizabeth and Lydia where very much a like, so why did he love one and the other he adored and did care for, but not love, not really, least not in the same way.<br/><br/>He turned slightly as he started to stir, opening his eyes, letting them adjust as he blinked.<strong>“What on earth? Why—why am I? Why—what—what?”</strong>