"I wouldn't say fought," Solomon said with a wave of his hand, "but the meeting, if you can call it that, was very short and pointed, and amounted to him throwing me out of the death-plane when I took myself there accidentally."

He considered that. "It felt rather like being crushed, actually. As if ... there simply wasn't any room for anyone else, over there." Finally Solomon shrugged and put down his glass. "It was not long after the Jubilee. I was sparring with Bakura to work through the withdrawal at speed."