'No more crazy than anybody'd be, living in a shack in the middle of nowhere.'

'On his own?'

'He had a dog. Lucy.'

'Hey...' Cornelius cooed. 'Does that sound like a man with a supply or what?' He grinned, his eyes popping. 'Only a guy with a habit would name his dog Lucy.'

'Christ!' Adrianna shouted. 'I am so thoroughly sick of hearing you talk about getting high.'

Cornelius shrugged. 'Whatever,' he said.

'We came here to do a job of work.'

'And we've done it,' Cornelius said. 'Every damn undignified, pitiful thing a polar bear can do we've got on film. Bears playing around the broken sewage pipes. Bears trying fucky-fucky in the middle of the dump.'

'Okay, okay,' Adrianna said, 'we did good.' She turned to Will. 'I still want you to see my bear,' she said.

'Your bear now, is it?' Cornelius said.

She ignored him. 'Just one last shoot,' she implored Will. 'You won't be disappointed.'

'Jeez,' Cornelius remarked, putting his legs up on the table. 'Leave the man alone. He doesn't want to see the fucking bear. Haven't you got the message?'

'Keep out of this,' Adrianna snapped.

'You're so fucking pushy,' Cornelius replied. 'It's just a bear.'

Adrianna was up from the couch and over to Cornelius in two strides. 'I told you: keep out of this,' she said, and shoved Cornelius' shoulder just hard enough to tip him over. Down he went, clearing half of the doomed Pentax from the table with his boot-heel as he went.

'Come on,' Will said, setting down his omelette in case there was an escalation in hostilities. If there was, it wouldn't be the first time. Nine days out of every ten Cornelius and Adrianna worked side by side like brother and sister. And on the tenth they fought, like brother and sister. Today, however, Cornelius wasn't in the mood for insults or fisticuffs. He got to his feet, brushing his hippie-length hair back out of his eyes, and stumbled to