I could barely sit still.

Emma. In Ireland. Tomorrow.

“Gah! I get so excited! I haven’t seen you in so long!” I practically squealed into the phone, my head spinning.

“Yes, thank you, thank you. I’m just awesometastic, aren’t I?”

“That’s not even a word!” I said, trying to breathe through my laughter.

“Oh, no, AIDS !”

“What?” I paused at her panicked tone.

“Did I just make you get a heart attack?! Doctor, stand by with the defibrillator!”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” I commented dryly, propping myself up on one elbow.

“And I’ll finally get to meet Mr. Sandman!”

“I’m not very sure you’ll get along…”

“Pish posh, AIDS ! It’ll be fun anyway. How’s Mrs. McCarthy?”

I chuckled again. “Good, better than ever. She and Seamus have opened up a mead brewery.”

“They did? Well, it took them long enough. They’ve been planning on opening it since before you left Ireland!”

“I know. It seems to have caught on really well.”

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Ems, you don’t know how good that sounds.”