Holly tensed herself. She should go for her gun, there was no other option. But she had to ask; it was fairy nature: How nasty?鈥�

鈥業 think we have it, Butler. I think this could be it.

Dear Mervall, please don鈥檛 start thinking; you will hurt your head. We wait until they leave. At this close range, they could actually hear our engines starting.

Under the Atlantic Ocean, Two Miles off the Kerry Coast, Irish Waters

鈥楢nd stop thinking that.

Mulch burped. Who, me? That鈥檚 ridiculous.鈥�

鈥榊ou鈥檒l be home soon?

鈥楽he may come to regret little touches like the underwater television, because it鈥檚 things like this that give me the motivation to get out of here.