<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/07d9/26i7lgh1zps71ke6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nan Rapido</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Det. Kantonspolizei Zürich</span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Is this is becoming a night to forget?<br/><br/><em>‘I’m outta here.  Find a hotel and crash.’</em>  That’s what she said.  No <strong>we.</strong>  Are we out of here?  Are we going to crash?  Am I going to crash on her or she on me?<br/><br/>I stand, not knowing.<br/><br/>And what about the toys?  That was such a great idea just minutes ago.  Okay.  I’ve got my phone.  I’m not stranded.  She’s very something and I can’t quite put my finger on it.  Not knowing—that’s me.  Standing—that’s me.<br/></span>