As we were discussing James’ sex habits, the person in question woke up and rubbed at his eyes. He swore and looked around, remembering that he had slept on the floor. He saw that Lyov and I were talking, then asked, “Can I help with something?”
	I could tell that Arthur was getting angry again. I restrained him (her?) as he (she?) spat, “Yeah, you bloody backstabbin’ cheatah!”
	James blinked, then asked, “What do you mean, Lyov? And… why do you sound so… not Asorian?”
	“You don’t even recognize me, do ya?! If me body came back from the dead, you wouldn’t recognize me at all!”
	As Arthur was shouting, the others in the house woke up. Well, except Aspen. If you were to try and wake the dead, you would not be able to wake her. James asked, “What are you talking about?”
	Arthur shouted loudly, “I can’t BELIEVE you, James Reid! You probably don’t even REMEMBER me!”
	Casmir sat up and mumbled, “Why are we yelling?”
	Verity shrugged and replied, “That Lyov girl is being crazy again. If she’ll shut up, we’ll be able to go back to sleep.”
	James looked confused, then said, “I never told you my last name, Lyov.”
	“Oh for godsakes, I’M NOT LYOV YOU TART!!”
	I blinked and rubbed at my ears. Nick helpfully remarked, I don’t think she’s Lyov, Neil.
	James stood, pulling out his gun and pointing it at her, demanding, “If you’re not Lyov, who the hell are you?”
	I could just see the amount of hurt on her face as she realized that James didn’t remember her. At all. She whined, “I… I thought we had something special, James.”
	“Look, I only have a heart for Lyov. And if you’re not her, then who are you?”
	She blinked, then quietly said, “It’s… it’s me, Arthur Greenspan.”
	A puzzled look formed on James’ face. I could tell he was trying to remember a face or something. Eventually he came up with something and said, “I… remember you. I remember you a bit. Bright, red hair, right?”
	Lyov nodded enthusiastically, saying, “Yes! Yes, that’s me! You DO remember!” She rushed over to give him a big hug.
	I thought it was just the sweetest of all reunions. James, however, had this… this face on him. This… disgusted face. He said, “I… couldn’t forget you, Arthur. But… but that was a phase, you know? I… I don’t think I’m like that anymore.”
	And then the heartbreak.
	Lyov slowly released James and looked at him, tearing up a bit. The look on her face said everything. She backed away slowly, then quickly made a grab for the knife I was holding. We wrestled and she screamed in anguish. Meanwhile, James backed slowly away, keeping his gun ready. I managed to keep the knife away from her. She slowly turned to James, then shouted, “I DON’T KNOW ANY SORT OF MAGIC, BUT IF I DID, I’D CURSE YOU FOR ETERNITY! Instead, I’ll settle for the next best fuckin’ thing! This body? This body of your new girly friend? THE ONE WHO STOLE YOU FROM ME? Mine. I’m going to go KILL her spirit now. Just to fuck with you. I hope you’re happy, you… you…!” Before he could finish, Lyov collapsed in a heap, obviously lacking a spirit or anything.