A glorious vision in my mind. A vision, morphed from hopes and dreams of the past, changed by circumstances.
For once I wished to see the pink dipshit be a part of a panel, hosted by Rackets, watching a trial, cracking jokes. Now, a potential future is there that it is Pippa who is hosting, and the trial she be watching is that of Rackets' own.
A dream still, perhaps, but dream I shall.