Morning Stands Her Ground Oh, I know who you are, Governor Healy,” said Meghan, “and if I remember correctly, the last time you came here, my friend Samheed warned you never to come back or he’d kill you. Do you remember that?” “I-I-I—ah, yes,” said Liam, beginning to stutter and sweat profusely, both of which he did frequently when nervous. “Actually, I do recall that. Is he,” he said, his eyes darting all around the crowd, “ah, is he here?” Meghan glared. “Maybe he is and maybe he isn’t. I guess you’ll find out eventually.” Liam swallowed hard. This wasn’t going at all how he’d planned it. “I s-s-suppose I shall. And—and what about Claire? Ms. Morning?” “Do you really think she’d want to see you? Really?” Meghan asked. “You are quite an idiot, aren’t you?” “I—yes. Yes, I am.” More rubble, including a large hunk of rock, showered onto Liam. He stood there, completely miserable, but not ready to give up. Meghan laughed. “Well, at least you admit it.
