Roger had been grinning when Michael said the girl had tracked him down. But that expression didn't stick. Michael was quite lucky Roger had already swallowed his drink. Otherwise he'd have spit it, and it likely would have sprayed all over Michael's face. He gaped at his friend, stunned at what he heard and rather hoping Michael was joking. But the grim expression on his face told Roger otherwise. "You're going to be a what? You're not just taking the piss with me here, are you?'
Roger stared at Michael still, unable to blink or think. "You... Well, what are you going to do then? Who is she? She found you, you said, if only by accident. How... Merlin, so many questions, and I've no idea where to start!" Drinking sounded like a good idea though. Now wonder Michael had wanted to speak to him.