Oh, Dally... [ :C She will miss him. ]

What kind of stories were you looking for, specifically?

Less violent. More nostalgic, if you will.

Because if we can't even give any of those brought here unwillingly or each other warm memories, then what precisely are we doing here?

Wasting time and hurting each other, that's what. Okay, lemme see...

Here's a decent one. I was hurt really bad a few years ago and I spent a year in Africa recovering with my doctor and friend, Leslie. We were traveling with Doctors Without Borders, giving free medical treatment to underprivileged kids and villagers with no one else to turn to but local shamans and some doctors with little or no official training.

It's kind of funny, I'm horrible at languages, and all I really learned in the whole time I was there was the words for a few animals, but everyone was really nice. I'd go out into the plains sometimes with the kids, collecting plants that Leslie or the villagers could use.

The rest of the story isn't as nice, but those kids and those villagers really helped me get back on my feet.

It's a very kind act, though. I appreciate hearing about it.

It was mutually beneficial. Even if I didn't do much doctoring. [ She totally appreciates the praise, either way. ]