<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/e0c5/igj1ddod0sjrx2jzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Fräulein J. Hagen</strong><br/>aka JayJay<br/>Flight Risk<br/><em>About Fräulein J.</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… that will have to suffice …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Very well. Do I get a full night of sleep before I must go? I trust suitable transport is being arranged  to get me to Roissy. Do I get any cash or communications gear? I no longer carry any ID, no passport, no credit cards, nothing.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… yes, I will ride the wind where it takes me … let all fall where it will … another taste of my vegetables … a bite of steak … a sip of wine … look up at Peter …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Our last supper, old friend. Please, a toast to fate, sufficiently cynical. I just wanted the families in Africa to have clean water.”</span></span>