When the world began to turn again, the screen was blank again, the file empty. I picked up the lightpen and got to work on the summary. I needed to concentrate on something completely different, if I didn't want to crack up right there and then. In the end it was half a page of horrible hieroglyphs, but I didn't care. I curled up under the blanket trying to shut out the realisation of what I had lost. Which seemed to become ever more, as I desperately tried to remember everything. But I was fighting a lost battle and I knew it. The stress of it all is getting to my padawan!!! Tell them it was your birthday, and you're in desperate need of double-chocolate cake!