Twelve
I miss Jeeves.
I've been trying not to think about it too much, and I mean of course it's not so strange sticking it in a strange place by myself as it would be back home-- or stranger, I sort of forget where I was headed with that-- but the point is, it's something of a scaly situation for a chap to be without his man. And a couple of these new arrivals reminded me.. all of a sudden...
Well, but I'm going to get home somehow. If Jeeves were here, no doubt he would have spotted sixteen or so ways by now, probably within a few days actually, but he's not here and I am, so it's up to Bertram, I suppose.
..I just really miss the chap.