Hickey is dying, and Gibson has seen better days.
A great deal of history is written on the body. Bond reads attentively.
Peter lays traps, and is caught in them.
After— after. When Tang Fan is home, and safe, Sui Zhou sees to it that he is comfortable, then moves to take leave of his imposition.
On the one night of their journey that suspends itself in the in-between, not yet Hetao but no longer home, Wang Zhi joins him for dinner.
Riley Flynn flees Crockett Island, and the priest follows.
A scene of traditional seamen's handicrafts, for traditionally handsy (and crafty) seamen.
Caleb tries to put himself in a favorable position for the inevitable. It doesn't work out.
“They'll have to make a few surgical incisions, of course.” With a single finger of each hand, Tsurumi traced two lines, one across each side of Ogata's face, from the corner of his warped jaw to the centre of his cheek. “You'll still look fetching as ever, I'm sure.”
The man in black knows the score, but who's counting?