"You do that, old man." Geraint said as he got up, rubbing his eyes. "I need some sleep like the Conservationist party chairman needs a punch in the face. Let me know what you find." He knew the expression in Michael’s eyes from old, and guessed his friend would be busy for some time yet. Whenever they gambled with cards, or just played some game for the fun of it, Michael would always want one more. One more hand, one more twist, one more puzzle or riddle to crack. Because you couldn’t have too much of a good thing. Geraint was just a couple of years older, and much less prone to riding waves.