If you had asked me as a child, I would have said a perfect evening would be spent being with my parents, watching old musicals on the TV. I always sat between them on the couch, and rubbed my mother's feet.

If you asked me immediately after the Big Death struck, I would have said any evening would be perfect without the Big Death.

If you asked me as a young adult, I would have said a perfect night would be with Meaghan. We'd be sitting outside on a rock, holding hands while watching the moon rise. Having a midnight picnic together, touching and talking.

Asking me that question right now ... A perfect evening would be one where I am not inside Thunder Mountain. Any evening away from the Council, stress, questions, demands, conflicts, fear and pressure would be simply perfect for me right now. I'm so wound up trying to move forward with the Alliance that I find it hard to breathe some days.