“You did what?” Ash asks, rising to his feet.
“I fell in love,” Wesley replies.
“You're the fucking Weasel!” says Ash angrily, rising to his
feet. “How the fuck does a weasel fall in love.”
“Slowly. Over a long period of time.”
“Yes,” says Ash, as he begins to pace. “A long period of time.
But why run at all? The Forest knew where you were at all times.
We had the spiders on you.”
“Instinct. I thought another agent would be sent, that we should
get away quickly, keep moving. Took me a while to work it out. By
the time I did we were in Berlin.”
“And this was...?”
“1925.”
“And in those two years you never thought to call for a
Specialist?”
