the entrance hall opens up into a small , warm space with a fireplace and a bay seat in the window looking over at the volcano . the first article that came up was about the first funding war . i did n't have time to talk to security , or think it through . he said nothing , only stared at me . his butcher , his baker , his candlestick maker . i wo n't stop you , if you do . i give him a half smile and grab my tablet . 