"Sire! Sire! Wake up Sire!!" She yelled through the door. She was his new found dear friend, here at Alpine.
He awoke with a hearty belly laugh, imagining a medieval lady in waiting scurrying about the doorway, bustling with excitement and anticipation for a grand event.
'Lady.' He would call her in return, for the name she had given him was, 'Sire.'
He believed they had met before, long before here, when she was a lady, and he was a sire.
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