He had already heard of Bazi's return through the grapevine, though he had spared himself of the details, which in his mind would be better to be heard from her own mouth.
Maybe Bazi had not lived up to her promoised but she had a compass in her heart, or so it seemed since it didn't take long for her to arrive to the very same place Galileo was in. Though he had not noticed her presence, it was likely she had not yet noticed him either. In the middle of the meadow, scattered with the wilted plants and snow covered soil was Galileo, coiled up like a wounded animal hoping to die soon. This was no strange ocurrence for the peppered male, since as of lately he had been feeling under the weather -- spiritually that is.
The cold nostalgia of never having seen his soon chilled him to the bone, even more than the snow he had collapsed in. There was no way to be sure of why such feeling had began to pop up so suddenly, but there was a certainty that if he didn't get off that funk soon either hypothermia or his demons would suck the remaining life of him.
