A week ago she took me to England on a business trip. It is cloudy and calm here. She disappears during the day, but I do not mind waiting for her by the windowsill in the hotel room. It is lonely but not unpleasant. The bed is a little smaller than ours at home but my Sheridan still leaves room for me on the left side. When she fixes the sheets in the morning, she spreads many newspapers atop them.