franklin appeared in the door , short of breath . he was several tables away , but i could tell from that purposeful stride and his intent stare that he was headed our way . well , he supposed that he could , he just didnt think he should . what do you mean chosen one ? that could have been the reason i was unable to form a word , let alone an intelligent reply . his back was turned to me as he poured himself a glass of double-malt whiskey . `` she 's been in her room all evening . 