alias "Functional Screening of Random Oligonucleotide Libraries for Novel Antimicrobial Peptides" aka my PhD Research seminar aka "story about my last 5 years of research" is DONE! It went very well. Yes, I was slightly stressed before it and it took me more time to prepare than I had planned, but I think it was pretty good:) People liked it (or at least so they said). And I had close to 30 people who came to listen to me. I have amazing friends. And there were even 3 professors. And 30 is A LOT for a end of the summer seminar (usually it's about 7). Even during the year (more close to the spring) there are not too many more, and most of them sleep anyway. I only had one person sleeping.
I feel relieved. For so many times I have wished it to be done. Now it is done. And I feel sad. There's not much left in this strictly structured PhD road...
Am I ready to jump though?
After the seminar we went for dinner with the girls at Kinkis (it's an asian fusion food place). We needed to celebrate Jenn's comprehensive exam being done and and my seminar. The sushi and etc was amazing! So good! And the drinks, called "juicy nuts", were delicious! I highly recommend! Of course they led some intense discussions (about why am I tired and who was this handsome and well dressed gentelman at my seminar. Amazing, how girls can draw links, and often be very correct...).
Later we had some drinks at the Honest Laweyer (Sylvain, Fabien and his girlfriend joined us) and we came up with the idea to have BMI calender. We will have the auditions soon:)
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday in Montreal - Fun and Drama
About a year ago I got this idea that we should go to Montreal. But it was the end of the summer, and we ran short of time. So it didn't happen.
But this year - I was in charge and we made it happen.
I contacted the Biochem grad student association at the McGill University in the beginning of the summer to ask whether they'd like a networking event. They said yes, so it started.
We rented the bus.
We made the day plan.
We advertised.
We convinced 27 people.
And off we went.
Some people went to walk around the City. Some to La Ronde. Most of us went to Biodome. Then we had an hour for shopping with Fiona. The rest went to find a place to eat.
At 3 pm we needed to be at McGill - for the seminar. Fiona and I made it. Five other people who were wondering around the city made it. And that was it. Half an hour in, still no sign of the 17 people missing. The Chair of Biochem asked, that you were supposed to be 30. Where is everyone? I felt SO embarrassed.
They were 70 minutes left. The seminar finished 65 minutes after the start. I was not very impressed. I was actually pretty mad. But what could I have done? Nothing.
So we had a reception (with free beer) and food. It was nice. Some good chatting, and seeing the beautiful labs. And I kept pouring the beer in, as I needed to calm my nerves.
At 7 pm we had a dinner at one greek place. They allow you to bring your own wine, which is amazing. We brought 14 bottles (there was 27 of us:D). It was a happy event:)
Still some drama. Some of our people took "the others'" bubble wine. So their "chief", instead of telling them, came to me to complain. So I gave him one of our white wines. But c'mon - can't you just talk among yourselves?
There were 5 people who came to the dinner from McGill. Two were sitting with us, and three on their own. After some wine I went and chatted with them and encouraged them to talk to UofO people... It didn't work.
At 11 pm we headed out. The majority went to the grad bar. But Fiona and Nicole and I decided to stroll around.
There was a pool and I almost fell into it. After I had to jump across the fence, parallel to the ground, 'cos Nicole wanted to know how warm the water is. The security guy didn't like it too much. So I had to do it again - for the picture.
Then we took a picture with the bouncer. He seemed appropriately hot at that moment. The pic itself... well.. it's ok, i guess.
Then we went to a club and couldn't move further from the entrance as we were occupied by two guys. Thankfully there was three of us. But still -what a nerve.
I was also carrying three bottles of wine in my purse at all this time.
A bit before midnight, when our vehicle would disappear into being a star in a sky, we headed back. Good thing I made the maps with every location and address on it.
We made it happily and successfully to the grad bar. The bus was still there. I even had time to go in and check the place out and have a glass of water. And - I was also proposed to by one guy. What a shame, I have forgotten his name now. But I have a picture. Maybe one day I will follow up.
And 12.01 Am we took off. I gave a funny spiel about the day and thanked everyone, put on the movie "cool runnings" and then I dozed off - bottles of wine under my head and feet on the other side of the seats.
I got home past 2 am.
I saw some neighbors and ended up having one beer with them while watching synchronized swimming. Impressive.
Saturday morning found me a bit tired... But happy over the successful event!
But this year - I was in charge and we made it happen.
I contacted the Biochem grad student association at the McGill University in the beginning of the summer to ask whether they'd like a networking event. They said yes, so it started.
We rented the bus.
We made the day plan.
We advertised.
We convinced 27 people.
And off we went.
Some people went to walk around the City. Some to La Ronde. Most of us went to Biodome. Then we had an hour for shopping with Fiona. The rest went to find a place to eat.
At 3 pm we needed to be at McGill - for the seminar. Fiona and I made it. Five other people who were wondering around the city made it. And that was it. Half an hour in, still no sign of the 17 people missing. The Chair of Biochem asked, that you were supposed to be 30. Where is everyone? I felt SO embarrassed.
They were 70 minutes left. The seminar finished 65 minutes after the start. I was not very impressed. I was actually pretty mad. But what could I have done? Nothing.
So we had a reception (with free beer) and food. It was nice. Some good chatting, and seeing the beautiful labs. And I kept pouring the beer in, as I needed to calm my nerves.
At 7 pm we had a dinner at one greek place. They allow you to bring your own wine, which is amazing. We brought 14 bottles (there was 27 of us:D). It was a happy event:)
Still some drama. Some of our people took "the others'" bubble wine. So their "chief", instead of telling them, came to me to complain. So I gave him one of our white wines. But c'mon - can't you just talk among yourselves?
There were 5 people who came to the dinner from McGill. Two were sitting with us, and three on their own. After some wine I went and chatted with them and encouraged them to talk to UofO people... It didn't work.
At 11 pm we headed out. The majority went to the grad bar. But Fiona and Nicole and I decided to stroll around.
There was a pool and I almost fell into it. After I had to jump across the fence, parallel to the ground, 'cos Nicole wanted to know how warm the water is. The security guy didn't like it too much. So I had to do it again - for the picture.
Then we took a picture with the bouncer. He seemed appropriately hot at that moment. The pic itself... well.. it's ok, i guess.
Then we went to a club and couldn't move further from the entrance as we were occupied by two guys. Thankfully there was three of us. But still -what a nerve.
I was also carrying three bottles of wine in my purse at all this time.
A bit before midnight, when our vehicle would disappear into being a star in a sky, we headed back. Good thing I made the maps with every location and address on it.
We made it happily and successfully to the grad bar. The bus was still there. I even had time to go in and check the place out and have a glass of water. And - I was also proposed to by one guy. What a shame, I have forgotten his name now. But I have a picture. Maybe one day I will follow up.
And 12.01 Am we took off. I gave a funny spiel about the day and thanked everyone, put on the movie "cool runnings" and then I dozed off - bottles of wine under my head and feet on the other side of the seats.
I got home past 2 am.
I saw some neighbors and ended up having one beer with them while watching synchronized swimming. Impressive.
Saturday morning found me a bit tired... But happy over the successful event!
We are getting married!
... she (T.) said after D. had urged her with "Tell Her! You need to tell Her!" Both were beaming from happiness.
Oh my goodness! Her jaw literally dropped and Her face must have been worth watching.
What is going on, She thought? Is it real? Or is it a joke?
It was the truth! T. is getting married!
Such an amazing news!
Like really, really, really, really, really wonderful!
D. and T. had been away for a month. For a conference and just Europeing. T. left the miserable boyfriend here (who didn't want to come to even say bye before she left. and to whom I introduced her. I didn't know then that he's not capable of taking care of a girl). And there He (the Prince with the Shining Guitar) - waiting for her at the airport. Right place, right time:)
Amazing.
Life is beautiful!
Oh my goodness! Her jaw literally dropped and Her face must have been worth watching.
What is going on, She thought? Is it real? Or is it a joke?
It was the truth! T. is getting married!
Such an amazing news!
Like really, really, really, really, really wonderful!
D. and T. had been away for a month. For a conference and just Europeing. T. left the miserable boyfriend here (who didn't want to come to even say bye before she left. and to whom I introduced her. I didn't know then that he's not capable of taking care of a girl). And there He (the Prince with the Shining Guitar) - waiting for her at the airport. Right place, right time:)
Amazing.
Life is beautiful!
Sunday, August 17, 2008
canoeing with Mike and 47 Asians
on Saturday I had a chance to spend one day outdoors. It's about time, since it's already mid August. Julia had seen a sign for a day trip to Lac Philip with canoeing and stuff, all for $5. So we signed up. Her mum got sick though, and she couldn't make it. Mike came to replace her.
Once we got going from Ottawa, it was really nice. Sunshine! Water! Grass! Canoeing. Volleyball. Badminton. and Food. We sampled everything except volleyball, as it seemed slightly too agressive.
So first we got there, and all the 47 asians (ok, there were a few white people, one Pakistani guy and a family from South America) set themselves to the waterfront to pose. We couldn't stay behind. Of course I think that we were more original (it might not show, but I'm in the air).
Then it was our turn to canoe across the lake and back. Talking about prejudices. All the asians were carefully packed into canoes so, that there were three asians and one of the canoe dudes. When Mike and I were standing there. All ready. They just told us - wanna go like two of you? Of course we want. They didn't even ask as, whether we know anything about canoing. Tiny details. We went right ahead to kick into the birds. They all got away though. It was super nice!
After we had a great supper, and then we went for an exploration walk. And I had so much energy and the grass was so soft, that I tried some "hundirattad":
and then I remembered from Capoeira, that I should try being on my hands and then going into the bridge, while I was on the soft surface:
It wasn't TOO difficult. But you can imagine the next image (that I don't have), but there was one "mütaki" and I was flat on my back. Laughing. It didn't hurt, so all is good.
And the big, big, big moon was sending me home....
It reminded me this poem by Indrek Hirv (which is sang by Jaan Sööt)
Once we got going from Ottawa, it was really nice. Sunshine! Water! Grass! Canoeing. Volleyball. Badminton. and Food. We sampled everything except volleyball, as it seemed slightly too agressive.
So first we got there, and all the 47 asians (ok, there were a few white people, one Pakistani guy and a family from South America) set themselves to the waterfront to pose. We couldn't stay behind. Of course I think that we were more original (it might not show, but I'm in the air).
Then it was our turn to canoe across the lake and back. Talking about prejudices. All the asians were carefully packed into canoes so, that there were three asians and one of the canoe dudes. When Mike and I were standing there. All ready. They just told us - wanna go like two of you? Of course we want. They didn't even ask as, whether we know anything about canoing. Tiny details. We went right ahead to kick into the birds. They all got away though. It was super nice!
After we had a great supper, and then we went for an exploration walk. And I had so much energy and the grass was so soft, that I tried some "hundirattad":
and then I remembered from Capoeira, that I should try being on my hands and then going into the bridge, while I was on the soft surface:
It wasn't TOO difficult. But you can imagine the next image (that I don't have), but there was one "mütaki" and I was flat on my back. Laughing. It didn't hurt, so all is good.
And the big, big, big moon was sending me home....
It reminded me this poem by Indrek Hirv (which is sang by Jaan Sööt)
mind jälgis kuu kui tulin ilmale
külm vari lumel läikis - sinine kui klaas
kuuvalgus langes pilveservale
õrn vari lumel - purunev kui klaas
I was observed by the Moon when I came to this world
Cold shadow was sparkling on the snow – blue like a glass
Moonlight landed onto the edge of the cloud
Delicate shadow on the snow – fragile like a glass
mind jälgis kuu kui surin sinusse
suur nukker kuu - kus on ta nüüd
külm vari langes pilveservale
kus on su suu - kus on ta nüüd
mind hoiab kinni hele päev
mind hoiab kinni pime päev
I was observed by the Moon when I died into you
Big wistful Moon – where is She now
Cold shadow fell onto the edge of the cloud
Where are your lips – where is she now
I am hold onto by the bright day
I am hold onto by the dark day
mu soontes sinu vere kullesed
neil kevadhommik on - mu soontes - (sinu) hele päev
mu huultel sinu huulte liblikad
neil suvehommik on - mu huultel - (sinu) hele päev
In my veins there are your bloods tadpoles
They have a spring morning – in my veins – (your) bright day
On my lips there are your lips’ butterflies
They have a spring morning – on my lips – (your) bright day
on varju hämaruses naeratus
suur läbipaistev kuu - ma tean ta jälgib sind
sa püüad varjata end minu unenäos
külm naer mu unne lõikab - kõlisev kui klaas
There is a smile hidden in the dusk
Big see-through Moon – I know She observes you
You try to hide in my dream
Cold laughter cuts into my sleep – clanging like a glass
mind jälgis kuu kui tulin ilmale
I was observed by the Moon when I came to this world
aug 15 - Happy Acadian Day!
15th august is the Acadian Day.
Acadians are these wonderful people at the Atlantic coast. They once came from France. And their "head office" was in New Brunswick. Then the British came and were a little evil and etc. So many of them got thrown around the North America. Long story. Very interesting though.
Wiki will help you to learn more: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acadia
And I have wonderful friends from there. Brigitte invited Leslie and me to have dinner to celebrate the Acadian day. Of course we agreed. We picked up the case of beer (I got ID'd for this. And this was in Quebec, where you can start drinking, when you are 18. It was a compliment, I take it).
And then we had a nice night with Acadian music and chicken stew (fricot de poulet?). It was SO tasty! Just like from childhood:) And we had beer. And chatted:) So nice.
One dialog was quite funny:
I found the giant microbe mononucleosis aka kissing disease from the ground. And it turned out to be Flo's (their kitty) favorite toy. I remembered kitty Audi, when she was at my place, and continued the story, saying that she liked the bad breath (the toy bacteria, to continue from the kissing disease) a lot. And then Brigitte continues, that yes, it's funny with cats and funny smells. I wasn't sure, why the sudden turn in conversation, when Leslie noted, that I had meant the plush toy called Bad Breath, not the phenomena.
The other funny story from Brigitte's house warming:
somebody (non-scientist) wanted to cool down their beer quickly, so they put it to the freezer. Some time later they opted for a different drink. I gently reminded them, that did they take out their beer from the minus 20? They looked at me, asking "what?" I repeated. They still weren't sure what was I talking about. Until Brigitte came to save, and translated, that for us (geeks), minus 20 means the freezer. And the laughter followed.
But - who doesn't make jokes, won't get (enjoy) jokes!
Kes nalja ei tee, see nalja ei saa.
Acadians are these wonderful people at the Atlantic coast. They once came from France. And their "head office" was in New Brunswick. Then the British came and were a little evil and etc. So many of them got thrown around the North America. Long story. Very interesting though.
Wiki will help you to learn more: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acadia
And I have wonderful friends from there. Brigitte invited Leslie and me to have dinner to celebrate the Acadian day. Of course we agreed. We picked up the case of beer (I got ID'd for this. And this was in Quebec, where you can start drinking, when you are 18. It was a compliment, I take it).
And then we had a nice night with Acadian music and chicken stew (fricot de poulet?). It was SO tasty! Just like from childhood:) And we had beer. And chatted:) So nice.
One dialog was quite funny:
I found the giant microbe mononucleosis aka kissing disease from the ground. And it turned out to be Flo's (their kitty) favorite toy. I remembered kitty Audi, when she was at my place, and continued the story, saying that she liked the bad breath (the toy bacteria, to continue from the kissing disease) a lot. And then Brigitte continues, that yes, it's funny with cats and funny smells. I wasn't sure, why the sudden turn in conversation, when Leslie noted, that I had meant the plush toy called Bad Breath, not the phenomena.
The other funny story from Brigitte's house warming:
somebody (non-scientist) wanted to cool down their beer quickly, so they put it to the freezer. Some time later they opted for a different drink. I gently reminded them, that did they take out their beer from the minus 20? They looked at me, asking "what?" I repeated. They still weren't sure what was I talking about. Until Brigitte came to save, and translated, that for us (geeks), minus 20 means the freezer. And the laughter followed.
But - who doesn't make jokes, won't get (enjoy) jokes!
Kes nalja ei tee, see nalja ei saa.
Thursday 5 years ago it was dark, very dark
That means, that 5 years ago, on Aug 14th, all the lights were out in Ottawa. And in Ontario up to US border. And in the state of New York. And probably some places more.
It was my first summer in Ottawa. I lived with Ave, at her apartment on Gloucester St. We lived on the 24th floor, overlooking the city to the South. Only trees and small buildings. And my bed was right next to the balcony door, so my mornings and evening were spectacular.
On that particular day I was in the lab. It was about 3 pm. I was setting up an experiment in our little "cave" lab (it has no windows). And all of the sudden all went black and quiet. The electricity was gone. Me, seen-a-lot-eastern-European didn't really think much. I was used to this kind of things - electricity going and then coming back. So we waited. In a few minutes the emergency back-up came on, so there was light in the hallway and a few outlets worked. We are right next to the second biggest (I think?) hospital in Ontario, after all.
We thought we'd go to the office and wait.
And then we got the phone call, that an entire building is out.
And then the entire neighborhood.
And then that an entire city is out of power.
And then we heard that the black-out is all the way to New York. Then I decided, that perhaps it's better to go home.
Somebody gave me the ride. The traffic was normal, even though there were no traffic lights.
And I made it home.
I lived on the 24th floor and I even didn't know where the stairs were. To my total surprise, the elevator was working. So I took it. I was actually a little disappointed, 'cos it would have been probably the only time in my life when I voluntarily go up the stairs twenty and four floors.
Everything was ok for us. Except there was no water (so no tea or shower or... ). But we had wine:) So we sat on the balcony, had a candle, looked over the dark, dark city and chatted. And listened to screaming kids until late, as everyone was out.
It was also quite warm then (+35 degrees, or so). So everyone also complained that there's no AC and they can't live. Wimps. We never had AC, so we didn't suffer. Sometimes it's good too:)
Much to my sadness, the electricity was up and running in the lab by the next afternoon. The hospitals influence, you know. And our apartment building was ok by the same time. But some people were without power for a few days. Crazy.
I remember it, August 14, 2003 as a beautiful day.
This year Leslie and Brigitte and I went to Jenn's place to celebrate her Birthday. We had wine and cupcakes. Played with her cats. And chatted. About weddings and religion and secret girlfriends and weddingbells website. Super nice evening:)
It was my first summer in Ottawa. I lived with Ave, at her apartment on Gloucester St. We lived on the 24th floor, overlooking the city to the South. Only trees and small buildings. And my bed was right next to the balcony door, so my mornings and evening were spectacular.
On that particular day I was in the lab. It was about 3 pm. I was setting up an experiment in our little "cave" lab (it has no windows). And all of the sudden all went black and quiet. The electricity was gone. Me, seen-a-lot-eastern-European didn't really think much. I was used to this kind of things - electricity going and then coming back. So we waited. In a few minutes the emergency back-up came on, so there was light in the hallway and a few outlets worked. We are right next to the second biggest (I think?) hospital in Ontario, after all.
We thought we'd go to the office and wait.
And then we got the phone call, that an entire building is out.
And then the entire neighborhood.
And then that an entire city is out of power.
And then we heard that the black-out is all the way to New York. Then I decided, that perhaps it's better to go home.
Somebody gave me the ride. The traffic was normal, even though there were no traffic lights.
And I made it home.
I lived on the 24th floor and I even didn't know where the stairs were. To my total surprise, the elevator was working. So I took it. I was actually a little disappointed, 'cos it would have been probably the only time in my life when I voluntarily go up the stairs twenty and four floors.
Everything was ok for us. Except there was no water (so no tea or shower or... ). But we had wine:) So we sat on the balcony, had a candle, looked over the dark, dark city and chatted. And listened to screaming kids until late, as everyone was out.
It was also quite warm then (+35 degrees, or so). So everyone also complained that there's no AC and they can't live. Wimps. We never had AC, so we didn't suffer. Sometimes it's good too:)
Much to my sadness, the electricity was up and running in the lab by the next afternoon. The hospitals influence, you know. And our apartment building was ok by the same time. But some people were without power for a few days. Crazy.
I remember it, August 14, 2003 as a beautiful day.
This year Leslie and Brigitte and I went to Jenn's place to celebrate her Birthday. We had wine and cupcakes. Played with her cats. And chatted. About weddings and religion and secret girlfriends and weddingbells website. Super nice evening:)
Friday, August 15, 2008
internet love vol II
Tale of Monsieur Roche-Foret
He was the one to kiss her first. It was in grade 10. She was in grade 10 A and He was in B. This night they walked around the city all night. It was fall. There were leaves all over the streets. They didn't go to sleep before the classes started the next day. After that night She was "walking on air" - so happy was Her. She had had a crush on Him for a little while. He was working at the post office, so She saw Him time to time. He called Her "Printsess" and "Tsiklivend" (motorcycle dude).
And then, suddenly after that night, He was gone. Disappeared.
She walked on the main street of the city in hopes to see Him randomly. No luck. She dreamed about Him.
A few years later She saw Him at the local club. He was drunk and obnoxious and She was not interested in talking to Him. She still had butterflies though. It appeared that He lived in the capital.
Life continued its path.
Eventually she moved to a different country. One day He added Her to His list of friends on the web community. He sent Her a message, that hey, I'm coming to the city (where She used to live), and we should have coffee. She replied - great plan, but I'm miles and miles away.
Silence for a while.
The following year She was going to Europe, and needed a place to stay in England. She knew He's in England. He was in Newcastle - about 4 hours away. So no deal.
The same fall, ten years after the kiss, they started chatting on MSN. She learned that She had changed His life. After the night of walking His parents had thrown Him out of His home, and He was on His own. She had no phone at that time, and internet was still a few years away. He worked His way up, so at that point He was attending the university in England. He also said, that He always had crush on Her.
She said, that She still thought about this night and Him.
They chatted a lot. Every day.
She was "walking on air", a meter off the ground as others said.
One day He asked Her to marry Him. She said "yes". (so naive...)
She flew to see Him over the Christmas holidays. It was amazing. All that She could ask for. Just Perfect.
She returned to Her home. They kept chatting. The only thing She didn't like was that He didn't support Her idea to continue Her studies. He wanted Her to move where He was. She was actually almost ready to move.
He came to visit Her in April.
It was nice. But Perfect was gone. Something was wrong. Something was missing. She thought of lots excuses. Two weeks went fast. She was "walking on air" again.
He went back to His side of the world.
They chatted. Not every day. She was puzzled, because for month they spoke every day.
One day He was just not there.
He wasn't there a day after. Nor the week after.
She sent Him a text message, when She was getting high on the roof in the middle of the city, so close to the stars. She missed Him, She said.
He replayed after the stars had gone to sleep: I don't.
And that was it.
Les fini to Monsieur Roche-Foret chapter.
..and She never heard of Him again.
He was the one to kiss her first. It was in grade 10. She was in grade 10 A and He was in B. This night they walked around the city all night. It was fall. There were leaves all over the streets. They didn't go to sleep before the classes started the next day. After that night She was "walking on air" - so happy was Her. She had had a crush on Him for a little while. He was working at the post office, so She saw Him time to time. He called Her "Printsess" and "Tsiklivend" (motorcycle dude).
And then, suddenly after that night, He was gone. Disappeared.
She walked on the main street of the city in hopes to see Him randomly. No luck. She dreamed about Him.
A few years later She saw Him at the local club. He was drunk and obnoxious and She was not interested in talking to Him. She still had butterflies though. It appeared that He lived in the capital.
Life continued its path.
Eventually she moved to a different country. One day He added Her to His list of friends on the web community. He sent Her a message, that hey, I'm coming to the city (where She used to live), and we should have coffee. She replied - great plan, but I'm miles and miles away.
Silence for a while.
The following year She was going to Europe, and needed a place to stay in England. She knew He's in England. He was in Newcastle - about 4 hours away. So no deal.
The same fall, ten years after the kiss, they started chatting on MSN. She learned that She had changed His life. After the night of walking His parents had thrown Him out of His home, and He was on His own. She had no phone at that time, and internet was still a few years away. He worked His way up, so at that point He was attending the university in England. He also said, that He always had crush on Her.
She said, that She still thought about this night and Him.
They chatted a lot. Every day.
She was "walking on air", a meter off the ground as others said.
One day He asked Her to marry Him. She said "yes". (so naive...)
She flew to see Him over the Christmas holidays. It was amazing. All that She could ask for. Just Perfect.
She returned to Her home. They kept chatting. The only thing She didn't like was that He didn't support Her idea to continue Her studies. He wanted Her to move where He was. She was actually almost ready to move.
He came to visit Her in April.
It was nice. But Perfect was gone. Something was wrong. Something was missing. She thought of lots excuses. Two weeks went fast. She was "walking on air" again.
He went back to His side of the world.
They chatted. Not every day. She was puzzled, because for month they spoke every day.
One day He was just not there.
He wasn't there a day after. Nor the week after.
She sent Him a text message, when She was getting high on the roof in the middle of the city, so close to the stars. She missed Him, She said.
He replayed after the stars had gone to sleep: I don't.
And that was it.
Les fini to Monsieur Roche-Foret chapter.
..and She never heard of Him again.
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