About 'barrow train station'|Barrow in Furness

About 'barrow train station'|Barrow in Furness

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ               7.                Ｏｎ               ｅｎｔｅｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔ.Ａ.Ｒ.Ｄ.Ｉ.Ｓ. ｔｈｅ               ｒａｍｂｌｉｎｇ               ｂｅｇａｎ.                "...Ｉ               ｓｅｔ               ｅｍｅｒｇｅｎｃｙ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ａｔｍｏｓｐｈｅｒｉｃ               ｆｉｌｔｒａｔｉｏｎ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｗｅ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｓｏ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔｒａｘｉｏｎ               ｇａｓ,               ｓｍｏｋｅ               ａｎｄ               ａｉｒ-ｂｏｒｎ               ｄｅｂｒｉｓ               ｈａｓ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｎｅｕｔｒａｌｉｓｅｄ               ｂｕｔ               ｓｈｅ'ｓ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｓｏ               ｗｅａｋ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｔｏ               ｓｈｕｔ               ｄｏｗｎ               ａｌｌ               ｎｏｎ-ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａｌ               ｓｙｓｔｅｍｓ. Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏｏ               ｃｏｌｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｙｏｕ               ｙｅｓｔｅｒｄａｙ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｘｙｇｅｎ               ｔｏ               ｎｉｔｒｏｇｅｎ               ｒａｔｉｏ               ｗａｓｎ'ｔ               ｅｘａｃｔｌｙ               ｈｕｍａｎ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｌｙ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｗｏｎ'ｔ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｓｔａｒｔ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｈｅｌｍｉｃｋ               ｒｅｇｕｌａｔｏｒ               ｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               Ａｔｒｉａｘ               ｗｈｅｅｌ               ｂａｒｒｏｗ               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｓｐｉｒａｌｌｉｎｇ               2.367               ｄｅｇｒｅｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｉｇｈｔ,               ｎｏ               ｓｏｒｒｙ,               ｔｈｅ               ｌｅｆｔ..."                Ｒｏｓｅ'ｓ               ｂｒｏｗ               ｑｕｉｒｋｅｄ               ｉｎ               ａｍｕｓｅｍｅｎｔ               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｓｈｙ               ｓｍｉｌｅ               ｇｒａｃｅｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｌｉｐｓ. Ｓｈｅ               ｆｅｌｔ               ｎｅｒｖｏｕｓ               ａｎｄ               ａｗｋｗａｒｄ. Ｗｈｙ? Ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ,               ｈｅｒ               ｂｅｓｔ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄ,               ａ               ｍａｎ               ｗｈｏ               ｈａｄ               ｓｅｅｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ｓｔｒｏｐｓ,               ｉｎ               ｙｅｌｌｏｗ               Ｌｙｃｒａ               ｏｎ               ｔｈａｔ               ｐｌａｎｅｔ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｅｉｒｄ               ｈｕｍｉｄｉｔｙ               ａｎｄ               ｐｉｎｋ               ｒａｉｎ,               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｍｏｓｔ               ｖｕｌｎｅｒａｂｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ｍｏｓｔ               ｂｒａｖｅ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｓｈｅ               ｆｅｌｔ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｇｉｒｌ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｄａｔｅ,               ａｌｌ               ｃｌｕｍｓｙ               ａｎｄ               ｌａｎｋｙ,               ｓｐｏｒｔ'ｓ               ｄａｙ               ｌｅｇｓ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ａｎ               ｏｌｄｅｒ,               ｃｏｌｌｅｇｅ               ｊｏｃｋ. Ｔｈｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ               ａｎｄ               ｊｏｃｋ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ｂｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓａｍｅ               ｍｅｎｔａｌ               ｔｒａｉｎ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ. Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｄｅｆｉｎｉｔｅｌｙ               ｐｕｆｆｉｎｇ               ａｗａｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｔｉｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅａｄｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｈｅａｒｔｂｒｅａｋ               ｃｒｅａｋ.                "...Ｉ               ｍｅｎｄｅｄ               ａｓ               ｍｕｃｈ               ａｓ               Ｉ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｓｏ               ａｌｌ               ｓｐａｔｉａｌ               ａｎｄ               ｎａｖｉｇａｔｉｏｎａｌ               ｒｅｌａｙｓ               ａｒｅ               ｏｐｅｒａｔｉｏｎａｌ,               ｅｖｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｅｔｔｌｅ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｏｂｌｅｍ               ｉｓ,               ｅｖｅｎ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ'ｖｅ               ｆｉｘｅｄ               ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ,               ｓｈｅ               ｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｒｕｎ               ｉｔ. Ｉ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｈａｖｅ               ｎｏ               ｉｄｅａ               ｗｈａｔ               ｃａｕｓｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｈｕｔ               ｄｏｗｎ. Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ｎｏ               ｏｂｖｉｏｕｓ               ｄａｍａｇｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｃｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ｏｃｃｕｒｒｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ａｃｃｅｌｅｒａｔｅｄ               ｔｒａｎｓｉｔ               ｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｒａｓｈ               ｌａｎｄｉｎｇ. Ｓｏ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｃａｎ               ｅｘｔｒａｐｏｌａｔｅ               ｈｅｒ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ｓｕｐｐｌｙ               ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ               ｎｏ               ｇｕａｒａｎｔｅｅ               ｉｔ               ｗｏｎ'ｔ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｈａｐｐｅｎ               ａｇａｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｔｈｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｆａｉｌ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｈｅｒ               ｓｈｉｅｌｄｉｎｇ. Ｓｈｅ'ｄ               ｂｅ               ｏｂｌｉｔｅｒａｔｅｄ               ｉｆ               ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅｎ'ｔ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｐｌａｎｅｔｏｉｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｅｍｅｒｇｅｎｃｙ               ｒｅ-ｍａｔｅｒｉａｌｉｓａｔｉｏｎ."                Ｒｏｓｅ               ｓｈｏｏｋ               ｏｆｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｔｔｅｒｆｌｉｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｐｒｏｐｅｒｌｙ. Ｓｈｅ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒｅｄ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｗｏｅｆｕｌ               ｍｏｖｉｅｓ               ｈｅｒ               ｍｕｍ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｆｏｒｃｅ               ｈｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｗａｔｃｈ               ｏｎ               'Ｔｒｕｅ               Ｍｏｖｉｅｓ'. Ｔｈｅｙ'ｄ               ｓｉｔ               ａｎｄ               ｃｒｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｓｔａｒｔ               ｔｏ               ｆｉｎｉｓｈ. Ｓｈｅ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｔｏ               ｒｕｎ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｒｎｅｒ               ｓｈｏｐ               ｉｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｊａｍｍｉｅｓ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｒａｎ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｏｉｌｅｔ               ｒｏｌｌ               ｈａｖｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒｇｏｔ               ｔｏ               ｂｕｙ               ａ               ｎｅｗ               ｂｏｘ               ｏｆ               ｔｉｓｓｕｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｍａｕｄｌｉｎ,               ｍｏｖｉｅ               ｍａｒａｔｈｏｎ.                Ｉｎ               ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ａｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｆｉｌｍｓ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ａｔ               ｌｅａｓｔ               ｏｎｅ               ｓｃｅｎｅ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｈｏｓｐｉｔａｌ               ｒｏｏｍ. Ｉｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｓｏ               ｗｈｉｔｅ               ａｎｄ               ｃｌｉｎｉｃａｌ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｒｃｈｅｄ,               ｃｏｔｔｏｎ,               ｂｅｄ               ｌｉｎｅｎ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｈｉｄｅ               ａ               ｗｅａｋ,               ｆｒａｇｉｌｅ,               ｈｕｍａｎ               ｂｏｄｙ               ｓｕｆｆｏｃａｔｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｗｉｒｅｓ,               ｂｒｕｉｓｉｎｇ               Ｉ.Ｖ. ｎｅｅｄｌｅｓ,               ｏｘｙｇｅｎ               ｍａｓｋｓ               ａｎｄ               ｌｏｏｍｅｄ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｂｙ               ｃｏｐｉｏｕｓ               ｍａｃｈｉｎｅｓ               ｇｏｉｎｇ               'ｂｌｅｅｐ'. Ｔｈｅ               ｐｏｏｒ               ｆｏｒｍ               ｓｅｅｍｅｄ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｍａｃｈｉｎｅ               ｔｈａｎ               ｍａｎ               ａｎｄ               ａｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｇｌａｎｃｅｄ               ｗａｒｉｌｙ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔ.Ａ.Ｒ.Ｄ.Ｉ.Ｓ. ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｖｅｒｓｅ               ｗａｓ               ｔｒｕｅ. Ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｃｅ               ｍａｎｉｃａｌｌｙ               ｏｒｇａｎｉｓｅｄ               ｍｅｃｈａｎｉｃｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓｙｓｔｅｍｓ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｂｌｏｏｄ               ａｎｄ               ｇｏｒｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｓｅｐｔｉｃ,               ｓｐｕｒｔｉｎｇ               ｗｏｕｎｄｓ. Ｓｐａｒｋｓ               ａｎｄ               ｏｉｌ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ               ｖｉｓｃｏｕｓ               ｆｌｕｉｄｓ               ｐｏｏｌｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｈｕｍａｎ'ｓ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｆｏｒｃｅ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｒａｔｉｎｇｓ               ａｎｄ               ｆｏｏｌ               ｓｍｅｌｌｉｎｇ               ｓｍｏｋｅ               ａｎｄ               ａｓｈ               ｂｅｌｃｈｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｅｅｐ,               ｏｂｓｃｕｒｅｄ               ｉｎｎａｒｄｓ. Ｓｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｍｅｓｓ,               ｂｒｏｋｅｎ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ'ｓ               ｐａｔｃｈ               ｕｐ               ｊｏｂｓ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｉｎｅｆｆｉｃｉｅｎｔ               ｂａｎｄ               ａｉｄｓ               ｈｕｒｒｉｅｄｌｙ               ａｄｍｉｎｉｓｔｅｒｅｄ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｆｏｒｅｉｇｎ               ｗａｒ               ｆｉｅｌｄ.                Ｒｏｓｅ               ｓｈｕｄｄｅｒｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｌｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｒｙ               ｏｆ               ｄｉｓｇｕｓｔ               ａｎｄ               ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｖｅ               ｆｅａｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｒｅａｔｅｎｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｓｃｒｅａｍ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｅｒ               ｔｈｒｏａｔ.                "Ｅｖｅｎ               ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｄｏ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ               ａｇａｉｎ,               Ｉ               ｃａｎ'ｔ               ｒｉｓｋ               ｔａｋｉｎｇ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｅ. Ｎｏｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｙｏｕ'ｄ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｏｆ               ｃｏｕｒｓｅ. Ｙｏｕ'ｖｅ               ｍａｄｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｑｕｉｔｅ               ｃｌｅａｒ. Ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｍｅａｎ               Ｉ               ｃａｎ'ｔ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｔａｋｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｈｏｍｅ,               Ｒｏｓｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｍｕｍ               ａｎｄ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｗｏｒｌｄ               ａｎｄ...ａｎｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｔ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｍａｔｔｅｒｓ               ｎｏｗ,               ｅｘｃｅｐｔ               ｉｔ               ｄｏｅｓ,               ｗｈｙ               ａｒｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｌｅａｖｉｎｇ               ｍｅ,               ａｇａｉｎ?"                Ｒｏｓｅ'ｓ               ｍｉｎｄ               ｒｅｅｌｅｄ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｕｄｄｅｎ               ｓｈｉｆｔ               ｉｎ               ｃｏｎｖｅｒｓｉｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｑｕａｌｉｔｙ               ｓｕｄｄｅｎ               ｓｈｉｆｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ'ｓ               ｔｉｍｅｌｅｓｓ               ｅｙｅｓ. Ｄｉｄ               ｓｈｅ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｃｏｎｖｅｒｓａｔｉｏｎ               ｎｏｗ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｄｓｔ               ｏｆ               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｓｏｒｒｏｗ? Ｓｈｅ               ｔｒｉｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｄｅｆｌｅｃｔ.                "Ｏｈｈｈ,               ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ               ｐｒｏｎｏｕｎ               ｔｈｅｒｅ,               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ａ               ｂｉｔ               ｓｅｌｆ-ａｂｓｏｒｂｅｄ               ａｉｎ'ｔ               ｉｔ? Ｂｏｒｄｅｒｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ｄｏｍｅｓｔｉｃ,               Ｉ'ｄ               ｓａｙ."                Ｈｅ               ｗａｓｎ'ｔ               ｂｉｔｉｎｇ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｓｕｒｐｒｉｓｅｄ               ｈｅｒ. Ｉｔ               ｗａｓｎ'ｔ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｈａｓｈ               ａｎ               ａｒｇｕｍｅｎｔ               ｅｓｐｅｃｉａｌｌｙ               ｏｎｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ｐｏｔｅｎｔｉａｌｌｙ               ｅｍｏｔｉｏｎａｌ               ａｎｄ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ.                "Ｏｋ! Ｗｈｙ               ｄｏ               ｙｏｕ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｈｏｍｅ?"                Ｈｅ               ｓｔｏｏｄ               ｔｈｅｒｅ,               ａｒｍｓ               ｃｒｏｓｓｅｄ,               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｉｃｋｌｙ               ｇｌｏｗ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔｉｍｅ               Ｒｏｔｏｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｏｃｃａｓｉｏｎａｌｌｙ               ｒｕｍｂｌｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｓｈｉｆｔｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｊａｒｒｉｎｇ               ｓｐａｓｍｓ.                "Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｔｉｍｅ."               Ｓｈｅ               ｓｏｂｅｒｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ｓｔｏｉｃ               ｓｔａｔｕｅｓｑｕｅ,               ｈｅｒ               ｆｒａｍｅ               ｓｔｏｌｉｄ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｉｆｆ.                "Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｔｉｍｅ? Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｔｉｍｅ? Ｗｈａｔ               ｄｏｅｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｅａｎ,               ｔｉｍｅ? Ｓｉｎｃｅ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｄｏ               ｙｏｕ               ｔａｌｋ               ｉｎ               ｒｉｄｄｌｅｓ,               Ｒｏｓｅ?"                "Ｓ'ｎｏｔ               ａ               ｒｉｄｄｌｅ. Ｓ'ｊｕｓｔ               ｍｙ               ａｎｓｗｅｒ."                Ｈｅ               ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｈｅｒ,               ｓｑｕｅｅｚｉｎｇ               ｈｅｒ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ               ｓｐａｃｅ. Ｓｈｅ               ｆｏｌｄｅｄ               ｈｅｒ               ａｒｍｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｏｏｄ               ａｇａｉｎｓｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｃｏｍｉｎｇ               ｓｔｏｒｍ.                "Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｎｏｔ               ａｎ               ａｎｓｗｅｒ. Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｔｈｅ               ａｖｏｉｄａｎｃｅ               ｏｆ               ａｎ               ａｎｓｗｅｒ. Ａｎｓｗｅｒｓ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ｅｘｐｌａｎａｔｉｏｎｓ               ｎｏｔ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｑｕｅｓｔｉｏｎｓ."                "Ｗｅｌｌ               ｙｅａｈ,               ｙｏｕ'ｄ               ｋｎｏｗ               ａｌｌ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈａｔ."                "Ｗｈａｔ               ｄｏｅｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｅａｎ?"                Ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ.                "Ｏｈ,               Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｏｒｒｙ. Ｉ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｒｈｅｔｏｒｉｃａｌ               ｑｕｅｓｔｉｏｎ. Ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｒｅａｌｉｓｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ｄｅｌｉｂｅｒａｔｅｌｙ               ｆａｓｃｉｓｔ...ｈｍｍｍ...ｔｈｉｃｋ!"                "Ｆａｃｅｔｉｏｕｓ               ａｎｄ               ｎｏ,               Ｉ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｋｎｏｗ?"                Ｈｉｓ               ｅｙｅｓ               ｉｍｐｌｏｒｅｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｂｕｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｍｏｕｔｈ               ｓｎｅｅｒｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｅｎａｃｉｎｇ               ｗａｙ               ｈｉｓ               ｎｉｎｔｈ               ｆａｃｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ               ｃｏｎｔｏｒｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               ａｎｇｒｙ               ａｎｄ               ｄｅｆｅｎｓｉｖｅ.                "Ｉｆ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｉｓ               ａ               ｇａｍｅ..."               ｓｈｅ               ｓｔｕｔｔｅｒｅｄ.                "Ｉ'ｍ               ｎｏｔ               ｐｌａｙｉｎｇ."               Ｈｉｓ               ｖｏｉｃｅ               ｗａｓ               ｌｏｗ               ａｎｄ               ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ.                Ｒｏｓｅ               ｐｕｆｆｅｄ               ｏｕｔ               ａ               ｈｕｇｅ,               ｌａｂｏｕｒｅｄ               ｅｘｈａｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ｂｒａｃｅｄ               ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ               ｆｏｒ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｔｒｕｔｈ               ｔｅｌｌｉｎｇ.                "Ｙｏｕ               ｌｏｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｔａｌｋ,               ｌｉｋｅ               ｗｏｒｄｓ               ａｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｓａｌｔ               ａｎｄ               ｖｉｎｅｇａｒ               ｏｆ               ｓｅｎｔｅｎｃｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｔｏｎｇｕｅ               ａｎｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｆｏｒ               ｃｈｉｐｓ. Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｈｕｎｇｒｙ               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｗｏｒｄｓ               ａｒｅ               ｅｍｐｔｙ. Ｈｏｗ               ｃａｎ               ａ               ｍａｎ               ｓａｙ               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ               ａｎｄ               ｓａｙ               ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ? Ｈｏｗ               ｃａｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅ               ｓｏ               ｂｌｉｎｄ?"               ｓｈｅ               ｃａｌｍｅｄ               ａ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ. "Ｓｏｍｅ               ｗｏｒｄｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｎｅｅｄ               ｓａｙｉｎｇ               ｓ'ａｌｌ.                "Ｙｏｕ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｓａｙ,               'ｗｏｒｄｓ               ｈａｖｅ               ｐｏｗｅｒ'               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｄｏ,               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ. Ｔｈｅｙ               ｃａｎ               ｍｅａｎ               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ               ａｎｄ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｙｏｕ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｆｉｌｉｂｕｓｔｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               Ｋｌｏｍ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｆｅｅｌ               ｌｏｎｅｌｙ."                "Ｙｏｕ               ｔｈｉｎｋ               Ｉ               ｃｈｏｏｓｅ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｌｏｎｅｌｙ? Ｔｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ               ｏｆ               ｌｏｎｅｌｉｎｅｓｓ."                "Ｍａｙｂｅ               ｎｏｔ               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ'ｍ               ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｄａｙ...Ａｒｇｈ! Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｔｉｍｅ."                Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ｎｏ               ｐｏｉｎｔ               ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ               ａｎｇｒｙ               ａｇａｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ｍａｋｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｉｔｕａｔｉｏｎ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｈｅａｒｔ-ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ.                "Ｉ'ｍ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ               ｔｏｏ               ａｔｔａｃｈｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｌｉｆｅ               ａｎｄ               (ｙｏｕ)...Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｌｅａｖｅ."                Ｒｏｓｅ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｓｅｅ               ｈｉｓ               ｍｉｎｄ               ｐｒｏｃｅｓｓｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｏｂｌｅｍ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｃｈｅｍｉｃａｌ               ｆｏｒｍｕｌａ               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｃｏｎｃｌｕｓｉｏｎ               ｓｅｅｍｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｓｐａｒｋ.                Ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｃｏｎｎｏｔａｔｉｏｎｓ               ｓａｎｋ               ｉｎ,               ｈｅ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒｅｄ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｈｅ'ｄ               ｍｅａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ａｄｄｒｅｓｓ               ａｎｄ               ｎｅｅｄｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ.                "Ｗｈｙ               ｄｏｅｓ               ｉｔ               ｍａｋｅ               ａ               ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｃｅ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｏｆ               ｕｓ               ｅｎｄｓ               ｔｈｉｓ?"                'Ｅｎｄｓ               ｔｈｉｓ?'               Ｓｏｍｅｗｈｅｒｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｍｉｎｄ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｃｈｏｉｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｐｈｒａｓｅ               ｒｉｃｏｃｈｅｔｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｄｏｍｅｓｔｉｃｉｔｙ               ａｎｄ               ｍｅａｎｉｎｇ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈｅ               ｆｅｌｔ               ｐｏｗｅｒｌｅｓｓ               ｔｏ               ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ               ｂｕｔ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａｎ               ｉｔｃｈ               ｏｒ               ａ               ｓｅｃｒｅｔ,               ｂｕｓｔｌｉｎｇ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｔｕｍｂｌｅｗｅｅｄｓ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｖａｓｔ               ｃｈａｓｍ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ.                "Ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｉｆ               ＹＯＵ               ａｓｋ               ＭＥ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ..."               Ｒｏｓｅ               ｓｗａｌｌｏｗｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｔｒｉｅｄ               ａｇａｉｎ. "Ｙｏｕ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｗａｎｔ               ｍｅ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ               ａｎｄ               ｉｔ'ｌｌ               ｆｅｅｌ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｍｙ               ｆａｕｌｔ,               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｗｒｏｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｎｏｔ...ｌｉｋｅ               ｓｐｅｎｄｉｎｇ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｅ               ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ."                Ｈｅ               ｍａｄｅ               ｔｏ               ｉｎｊｅｃｔ               ｂｕｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｈａｓｔｅｎｅｄ               ｏｎ.                "Ｂｕｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｓａｙ               Ｉ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｉｔ'ｌｌ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｂｅ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｙｏｕ. Ｓ'ｊｕｓｔ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｇｏｅｓ               ｏｎ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ,               ｗｏｏｄｅｎ               ｂｏｘ,               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｍｏｖｅ               ｏｎ,               ａｂｓｅｎｃｅ               ｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ               ｍａｋｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｅａｒｔ               ｇｒｏｗ               ｆｏｎｄｅｒ,               ｉｔ               ｍａｋｅｓ               ｉｔ               ｆｏｒｇｅｔ."                "Ｆｏｒｇｅｔ               ｍｅ?"                "Ｓ'ｔｏｏ               ｌａｔｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈａｔ,               ｔｈｏｕｇｈ               Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ               ｆｏｒｇｅｔ               ｍｅ. Ｉ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｎｅｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｙｏｕｎｇ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               ｇｒｏｗ               ａｃｃｕｓｔｏｍｅｄ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ               ｗａｙ               ｏｆ               ｌｉｆｅ               ａｇａｉｎ. Ｔｏ               ｎｏｔ               ｍｉｓｓ               ｔｈｉｓ...ｙｏｕ,               ｑｕｉｔｅ               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ. Ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｓｏｍｅｗｈｅｒｅ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｍｙ               ｍａｔｅｓ               ｇｒｏｗ               ｕｐ               ａｎｄ               ｍｙ               ｍｕｍ               ｄｅｃｉｄｅｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｗｏｎ'ｔ               ｗａｉｔ               ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ. 'Ｃａｕｓｅ               ｉｎ               ｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ'ｌｌ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｂｅ,               Ｒｏｓｅ               Ｔｙｌｅｒ,               19,               ｓｈｏｐ               ｇｉｒｌ. Ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｍｙ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｍｅ               ａｎｄ               ｈｏｗ               ｃａｎ               Ｉ               ｔｕｒｎ               ｕｐ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅ,               Ｒｏｓｅ               Ｔｙｌｅｒ,               30,               ｕｎｅｍｐｌｏｙｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｈａｖｅ               ａ               ｐｌａｃｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｌｉｖｅｓ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｂｉｔｓ               ｉｎ               ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ?"                Ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｎｏｔ               ａｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｃｏｕｒｓｅ,               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｏｇｉｃａｌ               ａｎｓｗｅｒ               ｂｕｔ               ｈｅ'ｓ               ｎｏｄｄｉｎｇ               ａｂｓｅｎｔｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ｓｅｅｍｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｅｘｃｅｐｔ               ｉｔ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｓｈｅ               ｃａｎ'ｔ,               ｎｏｔ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｙｅｔ. Ｒｏｓｅ               ｔｒａｉｌｓ               ｈｅｒ               ｆｉｎｇｅｒｔｉｐｓ               ｌｉｇｈｔｌｙ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｈｉｓ               ｃｈｅｅｋ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｒｏｋｅｓ               ａｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｓｉｄｅ               ｂｕｒｎｓ,               ｈｅｒ               ｅｙｅｓ               ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ               ｈｅｒ               ａｃｔｉｏｎｓ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｓｈｅ               ｓｔｅａｌｓ               ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ               ｔｏ               ｌｏｏｋ               ｉｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｅｙｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｆｉｎｄｓ               ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ               ｂｅｇｇｉｎｇ               ｈｉｍ               ｆｏｒ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｅｒ               ｗｉｓｔｆｕｌ               ｓｔａｒｅ.                "Ｗｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｌｅａｖｅ               ｍｅ,               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ,               ｗｈａｔ               ｄｏ               Ｉ               ｄｏ?"               Ｅｖｅｎ               ｔｏ               ｈｅｒ               ｏｗｎ               ｅａｒｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｓｏｕｎｄｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｆｒｉｇｈｔｅｎｅｄ               ｃｈｉｌｄ.                "Ｗｈｏ               ｓａｙｓ               Ｉ'ｄ               ｅｖｅｒ               ｌｅａｖｅ               ｙｏｕ? Ｂｕｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｌｅａｖｅ               ｍｅ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｌｉｖｅ,               Ｒｏｓｅ               Ｔｙｌｅｒ. Ｙｏｕ               ｈａｖｅ               ａ               ｆａｎｔａｓｔｉｃ               ｌｉｆｅ."                "Ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｙｏｕ?"                "Ｏｈ,               Ｒｏｓｅ,               ｈａｖｅ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｆａｉｔｈ. Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｎｏｔ               ｍｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍａｋｅｓ               ｙｏｕ               ｂｒｉｌｌｉａｎｔ,               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ａｌｌ,               Ｒｏｓｅ               Ｔｙｌｅｒ. Ａｆｔｅｒ               ａｌｌ               Ｉ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｔａｋｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅｓｔ."               Ｈｅ               ｏｆｆｅｒｓ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｓｍｉｌｅ.                Ｒｏｓｅ               ｐｕｌｌｓ               ａｗａｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒａｎｃｅ.                "Ｂｕｔ               ｗｏｒｄｓ,               ｌａｎｇｕａｇｅ,               ａｒｅ               ｒｅｌａｔｉｖｅ."               Ｈｅ               ｓｍｉｌｅｓ               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｉｎｔｅｌｌｉｇｅｎｔ               ｄｅｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｐｒｉｄｅ.                "Ａ               ｆａｎｔａｓｔｉｃ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｅ               ｎｏ               ｌｏｎｇｅｒ               ｍｅａｎｓ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｓｈａｒｅｅｎ,               Ｋｅｉｓｈａ,               Ｍｉｃｋｅｙ               ｏｒ               ｍｕｍ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｔｈｉｎｋ               ｏｆ               ａｓ               ａ               ｆａｎｔａｓｔｉｃ               ｌｉｆｅ. Ｙｏｕ               ｔａｋｅ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｈｕｍａｎ               ｃｏｍｐａｎｉｏｎｓ               ａｎｄ               ｍａｋｅ               ｒｅａｌ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｍｅｄｉｏｃｒｅ.                "Ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｙｏｕｎｇ               Ｉ               ｕｓｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｌｏｖｅ               ｆａｉｒｙ               ｔａｌｅｓ               -               ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ               ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｍｅ. Ｎｏｗ               Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｅｘｉｓｔ. Ｉ'ｖｅ               ｌｉｖｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｒｓ,               ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｒａｎ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｍｙ               ｗｉｌｄｅｓｔ               ｄｒｅａｍｓ               ａｎｄ               ｎｏｗ               Ｉ               ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｉｓ               ｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ               ｅｘｃｅｐｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｉｒｙ               ｔａｌｅｓ               ｂｉｇｇｅｓｔ               ｌｉｅ               ｏｆ               ａｌｌ,               'ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｙ               ａｌｌ               ｌｏｖｅｄ               ｈａｐｐｉｌｙ               ｅｖｅｒ               ａｆｔｅｒ'."                "Ｏｈ,               Ｒｏｓｅ..."                Ｓｈｅ               ｇａｚｅｄ               ａｔ               ｈｉｍ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｓｕｃｈ               ｉｎｔｅｎｓｉｔｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｈｅａｒｔｓ               ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｃｈｅｓｔ. Ｓｈｅ               ｓｅｅｍｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｒｉｎｋ               ｏｆ               ｔｅａｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｏｎｃｅ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｓｔｒｕｃｋ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｌｄｓ               ｏｆ               ｗｉｓｄｏｍ               ａｎｄ               ｐａｓｓｉｏｎ               ｉｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｙｏｕｎｇ               ｅｙｅｓ.                "Ｉ'ｄ               ｓｔａｙ. Ｉ'ｄ               ｓｔａｙ               ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ               ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｃｏｕｌｄ. Ｗｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ｗｏｒｒｙ               ｂｏｕｔ               ｍｙ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅｒｅ,               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ａｎ               ｅｘｃｕｓｅ               'ｃａｕｓｅ               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｎｏｔ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｗｏｒｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒｓ,               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ,               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｗｏｒｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｔｈｌｅｓｓｎｅｓｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｃｏｍｅｓ               ａｆｔｅｒ,               ｔｈａｔ               ｃｏｍｅｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｙ               Ａｂｅｒｄｅｅｎ."               Ｈｅ               ｃｒｉｎｇｅｄ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｅｆｅｒｅｎｃｅ.                "Ｉ'ｄ               ｓｔａｙ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ'ｄ               ｓｅｔｔｌｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ｈａｐｐｙ               ｎｏｗ               ａｎｄ               ｆｏｒｓａｋｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｖｅｒ               ａｆｔｅｒ. Ｉ'ｄ               ｓｔａｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｓ               ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｈａｐｐｙ."                "Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｎｏｔ               ｈａｐｐｙ?"               Ｔｈｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｈｅ'ｄ               ｔａｋｅｎ               ａ               ｖｉｓｉｂｌｅ               ｂｌｏｗ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｓｉｄｅ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｅｆｅｎｃｅｓ               ｄｒａｉｎｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｇｌａｓｓｙ               ｓｔａｒｅ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｌｏｏｄ               ｄｒａｉｎｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｉｓ               ｓｐｅａｒｅｄ               ｈｅａｒｔｓ.                "Ｔｈｅｎ               ｗｈｙ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｍｉｓｓ               ｔｈｉｓ? Ｗｈｙ               ｔａｌｋ               ｌｉｋｅ               Ｉ'ｍ               ｃｏｎｄｅｍｎｉｎｇ               ａ               ｐｒｉｓｏｎｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｄｅａｔｈ               ｒｏｗ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ'ｄ               ｏｂｖｉｏｕｓｌｙ               ｒａｔｈｅｒ               ｂｅ               ａｎｙｗｈｅｒｅ               ｂｕｔ               ｈｅｒｅ."                Ｈｉｓ               ｗｏｒｄｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｂｉｔｔｅｒ               ｎｏｗ               ａｓ               ｈｅ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｂａｃｋ               ｏｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｄｅ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｓｌｕｍｐｉｎｇ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｉｌｏｔ               ｓｅａｔ               ａｎｄ               ｓｑｕａｒｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄｅｒｓ               ａｓ               ｉｆ               ｔｏ               ｂｒａｃｅ               ｈｏｗｌｉｎｇ               ｗｉｎｄｓ.                "Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｈａｐｐｙ..."                Ｔｈｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｌｏｏｋ               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ａｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｎｅｒｖｏｕｓｌｙ               ｐｕｌｌｅｄ               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｓｌｅｅｖｅ               ｃｕｆｆｓ               ａｎｄ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｔｏｗａｒｄｓ               ｈｉｍ,               ｃｏｍｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｓｔａｎｄ               ｒｉｇｈｔ               ｉｎ               ｆｒｏｎｔ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｍ. Ｗｈｅｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｅｙｅｓ               ｒｅｍａｉｎｅｄ               ｄｏｗｎｃａｓｔ,               Ｒｏｓｅ               ｓｌｏｗｌｙ               ｋｎｅｌｔ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｈｉｍ               ａｎｄ               ｒｅａｃｈｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔａｋｅ               ｈｉｓ               ｈａｎｄ. Ｈｅ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｓｔｏｐ               ｈｅｒ               ｂｕｔ               ｓｉｍｐｌｙ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｊｏｉｎｅｄ               ｈａｎｄｓ               ａｓ               ｉｆ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｈｅｌｄ               ｔｈｅ               ａｎｓｗｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｉｔｓｅｌｆ.                "...ｂｕｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｃｈａｎｇｅｄ."               Ｈｅｒ               ｔｏｎｅ               ｗａｓｎ'ｔ               ａｃｃｕｓａｔｏｒｙ.                "Ｙｏｕ'ｄ               ｒａｔｈｅｒ               Ｉ               ｄｉｅｄ               ｏｎ               Ｓａｔｅｌｌｉｔｅ               5?"               Ｈｅ               ｓｅａｒｃｈｅｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｆａｃｅ.                "Ｎｏ,               ｎｏｔ               ｔｈｅｎ. Ｒｅｃｅｎｔｌｙ."                "Ｗｈａｔ?"                "Ｓａｒａｈ-Ｊａｎｅ,               Ｒｅｉｎｅｔｔｅ...Ｙｏｕ               ｓａｉｄ               ｙｏｕ'ｄ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｌｅａｖｅ               ｍｅ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｐｏｏｆ,               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｇｏｎｅ. Ｔｈｅ               ｏｌｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｗａｓ               ｒｉｇｈｔ,               ｙｅａｈ? Ｉ               ａｍ               ａ               ｓｔｕｐｉｄ               ａｐｅ. Ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ. Ｍｙ               ｂｒａｉｎ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａｎ               ａｌｉｅｎ               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｔｒｉｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ               ｙｏｕ               ａｓ               ａ               ｍａｎ. Ｉ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ               Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｙｏｕ               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ."                "Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｃｏｍｉｎｇ               ｂａｃｋ,               Ｒｏｓｅ."               Ｈｅ               ｓｑｕｅｅｚｅｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｈａｎｄ               ｉｎ               ｒｅａｓｓｕｒａｎｃｅ.                "Ｙｏｕ               ａｒｅ               ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ               ａｎｄ               ｙｏｕ               ＤＯ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｍｅ,               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｉｔ               ｓｃａｒｅｓ               ｍｅ               ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ."                "Ｙｅａｈ"               ｓｈｅ               ｓｗｉｐｅｄ               ａｔ               ａ               ｒｏｕｇｅ               ｔｅａｒ. "Ｂｕｔ               Ｉ'ｍ               ｎｏｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ               ｏｎｅ. Ｋｉｎｄ'ａ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ               ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ               ｗａｓ               ｅｘｃｌｕｓｉｖｅ."               Ｓｈｅ               ｓｈｒｕｇｇｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ               ｄｒｅｗ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｓｕｆｆｅｒｉｎｇ               ｓｉｇｈ               ａｎｄ               ｓｅａｒｃｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｅｉｌｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ａｎｓｗｅｒｓ.                "Ｒｏｓｅ,               Ｉ'ｍ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｏｌｄ. Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｌｉｖｅｄ               ｓｏ               ｍａｎｙ               ｌｉｖｅｓ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｆｏｕｎｄ               ｍｅ               ａｎｄ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｍａｙ               ｈａｖｅ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｂｅｇｉｎｎｉｎｇ               ｂｕｔ               ｍｉｎｅ,               ｍｉｎｅ               ｗａｓ               ｅｎｄｉｎｇ."                "Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｔｈａｔ               ｎｏｗ               ａｎｄ               ｉｔ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ｍａｔｔｅｒ               ｂｕｔ               ｉｔ               ｄｏｅｓ. Ｉ               ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｎｏｔ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｆａｕｌｔ,               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｎｏｔ..."               Ｓｈｅ               ｃｕｐｐｅｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｃｈｅｅｋ               ａｎｄ               ｓｍｉｌｅｄ. "Ｂｕｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ               ｗｈａｔ               ｉｔ               ｉｓ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｈｕｍａｎ. Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｏｎｅ,               ｓｈｏｒｔ,               ｂｒｉｌｌｉａｎｔ               ｌｉｆｅ               ａｎｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｈｏｒｔ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｔｏ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｇｅｔ               ｔｏ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｒ               ｔｗｏ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｗｅｌｌ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｉｌｌｉｏｎｓ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ａｎｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｃｈｏｏｓｅ               ｗｉｓｅｌｙ               'ｃａｕｓｅ               ｔｈｅｙ'ｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｅｓ               ｙｏｕ               ｓｈａｒｅ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｗｉｔｈ. Ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ'ｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｄｏｉｎｇ,               ｉｎｖｅｓｔｉｎｇ               ｍｙ               ｓｈｏｒｔ               ｔｉｍｅ,               ｍｙ               ｌｉｆｅ,               ｉｎ               ｋｎｏｗｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ               ｙｏｕ. Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ               ｔｏ               ｍｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ. Ｈｕｍａｎｓ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｈａｖｅ               ｍａｙｂｅ               ｆｉｆｔｅｅｎ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｔｏ               ｃｈｏｏｓｅ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｂｕｉｌｄ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｌｉｖｅｓ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｔｈｅｙ'ｒｅ               ｓｕｄｄｅｎｌｙ               ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｉｍｅ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｃｈｏｏｓｅ               ｙｏｕ. Ｂｕｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｇｏｎｅ,               Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｈａｖｅ               ｓｏ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｔｏ               ｓｔａｒｔ               ａｌｌ               ｏｖｅｒ               ａｇａｉｎ               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ...ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｏｋ."                Ｈｉｓ               ｂｉｇ,               ｃｈｏｃｏｌａｔｅ               ｂｒｏｗｎ               ｅｙｅｓ               ｓｔａｒｅｄ               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｄｉｓｂｅｌｉｅｆ               ａｎｄ               ａｗｅ.                "Ｗｏｗ,               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ...Ｒｏｓｅ...Ｉ....Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｗｈａｔ               ｔｏ               ｓａｙ! Ｙｏｕ               ｈａｖｅ               ｓｕｃｈ               ａ               ｌｏｖｉｎｇ,               ｃｏｍｐａｓｓｉｏｎａｔｅ               ｈｅａｒｔ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ...ｔｈａｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｃｈｏｏｓｅ               ｔｏ               ｓｈａｒｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｐａｓｓｉｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｂｒｏｋｅｎ,               ｂａｔｔｌｅ               ｓｃａｒｒｅｄ               ａｌｉｅｎ               ｗｈｏ               ｓｐｅｎｄｓ               ｈｉｓ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ               ｔｒｙｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｆｉｎｄ               ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ               ａｓ               ｇｅｎｕｉｎｅ               ａｎｄ               ｉｎｎｏｃｅｎｔ...ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ               ｗｈｏ               ｖａｌｉｄａｔｅｓ               ｍｙ               ｆａｉｔｈ               ｉｎ               ｈｕｍａｎｉｔｙ               ａｎｄ               ｌｉｆｅ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ,               ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ               ａｗａｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｗｈａｔ               ｍａｔｔｅｒｓ. Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｄｅｓｅｒｖｅ..."               Ｗｏｒｄｓ               ｃａｔｃｈ               ｉｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｎｏｒｍａｌｌｙ               ｌｏｑｕａｃｉｏｕｓ               ｔｈｒｏａｔ               ａｎｄ               ｈｉｓ               Ａｄａｍ'ｓ               ａｐｐｌｅ               ｂｏｂｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｂｒｅａｔｈ.                "Ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               Ｉ'ｖｅ               ｓｅｅｎ,               Ｒｏｓｅ. Ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               Ｉ'ｖｅ               ｄｏｎｅ. Ｉｆ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｔｏ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｍｅ,               Ｒｏｓｅ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｄｒｏｗｎ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｃｕｒｉｏｓｉｔｙ               ａｎｄ               ｓｐａｒｋ               ｉｎ               ｓｕｃｈ               ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ. Ｉ               ｒｕｎ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ａｌｌ               ｏｆ               Ｔｉｍｅ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｃａｒｅｄ...ｓｉｌｌｙ...ａｌｏｎｅ...Ｉ...Ｙｏｕ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｅｖｅｒｙｄａｙ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｔｉｍｅ'ｓ               ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ               ｏｕｔ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｌｏｖｅ               ｗｈａｔ               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｂｅｃｏｍｉｎｇ."                Ｒｏｓｅ               ｈａｌｆ               ｌａｕｇｈｓ               ａｎｄ               ｈａｌｆ               ｓｏｂｓ               ａｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｌｅａｎｓ               ｕｐ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｈｕｇ. Ｈｅｒ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｗｏｒｄｓ               ａｒｅ               ｈａｌｆ               ｍｕｆｆｌｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｐｉｎｓｔｒｉｐｅｄ               ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ.                "Ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｌｏｖｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｆｏｒ               ｗｈｏ               ｙｏｕ               ａｒｅ               ｎｏｗ               ａｎｄ               ａｌｗａｙｓ. Ｔｈｅ               ｆａｃｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｃｈａｎｇｅ               ｍｅａｎｓ               Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｓｔｏｐ               ｔｒｕｓｔｉｎｇ               ｙｏｕ               ａｎｄ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｓｔｏｐ               ｂｅｌｉｅｖｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｓｔｏｐ               ｔｒａｖｅｌｌｉｎｇ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｙｏｕ               'ｃａｕｓｅ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｆｕｌ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｗｅ               ｓｅｅ               ａｎｄ               ｄｏ,               ｅｖｅｎ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               ｒｏｕｔｉｎｅ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｓｐａｒｋｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ｍｅａｎｉｎｇ               ｖａｎｉｓｈｅｓ               ｉｆ               ｙｏｕ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅｙ'ｒｅ               ｏｖｅｒ. Ｉ'ｍ               ｎｏｔ               ｓｏ               ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ               ａｎｄ               ｓｏｍｅｄａｙ               ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ               ｌｅａｖｅ               ｍｅ               ｔｏｏ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｏｋ. Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｉｔ               ｈａｓ               ｔｏ               ｈａｐｐｅｎ               ｂｕｔ               ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ               ｗａｎｔｓ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｌｉｖｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｍｅａｎ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｌｉｆｅ,               ｔｈｏｕｓａｎｄｓ               ｏｆ               ｌｉｇｈｔ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ａｗａｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｅａｒｔｈ,               ｗｉｌｌ               ｍｅａｎ               ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ               ｕｎｌｅｓｓ               Ｉ               ｍｅａｎ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ               ｗｈｏ               ｃａｎ               ｓｈａｒｅ               ｉｔ.                "Ｉ               ｒｅａｌｉｓｅｄ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ,               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ. Ｉ               ｒｅａｌｉｓｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｍｙ               ｎａïｖｅ               ｈｕｍａｎ               ｃｏｎｎｅｃｔｉｏｎ               ｔｏ               ｙｏｕ,               ｏｕｔ               ｈｅｒｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｍａｓｓｉｖｅ               ｓｈｉｐ,               Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｏ               ｌｏｎｅｌｙ."                Ｒｏｓｅ               ｉｓ               ｃｒｙｉｎｇ               ｆｒｅｅｌｙ               ｎｏｗ,               ｔｈｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ               ｃｒａｄｌｉｎｇ               ｈｅｒ               ｆａｃｅ               ａｎｄ               ｆｒｕｉｔｌｅｓｓｌｙ               ｗｉｐｉｎｇ               ａｗａｙ               ｔｅａｒｓ.                "Ｎｏ! Ｒｏｓｅ,               ｎｏ! Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ｄｉｂｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｅｒｍ               ａｎｄ               ｏｆ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ａｔｒｏｃｉｔｉｅｓ               Ｉ               ｃｏｍｍｉｔ               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｌｉｆｅ,               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｅ               ｔｈｉｎｇ               Ｉ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｂａｒｅ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｒｅｓｐｏｎｓｉｂｌｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｉｓ               ｍａｋｉｎｇ               ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ               ｅｌｓｅ               ｌｏｎｅｌｙ,               ｅｓｐｅｃｉａｌｌｙ               ｎｏｔ               ｙｏｕ."                Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｎｏｔ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ. Ｓｈｅ'ｓ               ｓｏ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｍ               ｒｉｇｈｔ               ｎｏｗ               ａｎｄ               ｓｈｅ               ｋｎｏｗｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈｅ               ｃａｒｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｉｓ               ｐｒｏｕｄ               ｏｆ               ｈｅｒ,               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｆａｔｈｅｒ,               ｂｕｔ               ｃｒｙｉｎｇ,               ｂｏｎｅｌｅｓｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｌｏｏｒ,               ｓｈｅ               ｒｅａｌｉｓｅｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｃａｎ'ｔ               ｂｅ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｔ               ｏｎ               ｈｉｍ. Ｈｅ               ｉｓ               ｗｏｒｔｈ               ｇｉｖｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ｂｕｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｈｅａｒｔ'ｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｎｏｔ               ｓｔｒｏｎｇ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓａｃｒｉｆｉｃｅ               ｎｏｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｉｔ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｂｅ               ｓｏ               ｂｒｏｋｅｎ               ａｎｄ               ｅｍｐｔｙ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｉｔ               ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ               ｅｍｅｒｇｅｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔ.Ａ.Ｒ.Ｄ.Ｉ.Ｓ. ｂａｃｋ               ｏｎ               Ｅａｒｔｈ. Ｉｔ               ｈａｄ               ｔａｋｅｎ               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｆａｒ,               ｓｈｅ               ｃａｎ'ｔ               ｂａｃｋ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｎｏｗ. Ｈｅ               ｒｅｓｐｅｃｔｓ               ｈｅｒ,               ｃａｒｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｈｅｒ,               ｍａｋｅｓ               ｈｅｒ               ｆｅｅｌ               ｓａｆｅ,               ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｓ               ｈｅｒ               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｎｅｗ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ               ｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ               ｎｅｅｄ               ｈｅｒ               ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ,               ａｎｙ               ｇｏｏｄ               ｓｏｕｌ,               ａｎｙ               'ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ'               ｐｅｒｓｏｎ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｄｏ.                Ｓｈｅ               ｌｅａｎｓ               ｂａｃｋ               ｏｎ               ｈｅｒ               ａｎｋｌｅｓ,               ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔ               ａｎｄ               ｔｕｒｎｓ               ａｗａｙ               ａｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｓｃｒｕｂｓ               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｆａｃｅ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｂｅｄｒａｇｇｌｅｄ               ｓｌｅｅｖｅ. Ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ               ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ               ｅｘｃｅｐｔ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｒｅｍａｉｎｉｎｇ               ｓｏｂｓ               ａｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｇｅｔｓ               ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ               ｕｎｄｅｒ               ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ. Ｅｖｅｎｔｕａｌｌｙ               ｓｈｅ               ｆｅｅｌｓ               ｒｅａｄｙ               ｔｏ               ｔｕｒｎ               ａｗａｙ               ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔａｎｄｓ,               ｓｌｏｗｌｙ               ｔｕｒｎｉｎｇ               ａｗａｙ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅａｄｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｄｏｏｒｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｈａｄ               ｓｕｃｈ               ａｎｔｉｃｉｐａｔｉｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ｕｎｃｅｒｔａｉｎｔｙ. Ｈｅｒ               ｆｕｔｕｒｅ               ｎｏｗ               ｉｓ               ｓｏ               ｕｎｓｕｒｅ;               ｓｈｅ               ｆｅｅｌｓ               ｃａｓｔ               ａｄｒｉｆｔ               ａｎｄ               ｌｏｓｔ,               ｓｏ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｈｅｒ               ｄｅｐｔｈ. Ｈｅｒ               ｍｉｎｄ'ｓ               ｓｐｉｎｎｉｎｇ               ａｓ               ｉｔ               ｃａｌｃｕｌａｔｅｓ               ｈｅｒ               ｓｉｔｕａｔｉｏｎ,               ｗｈａｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｄｏ               ｎｏｗ,               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ａ               ｓｏｆｔｌｙ               ｓｐｏｋｅｎ               ｗｏｒｄ               ｂｒｅａｋｓ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ.                "Ｇａｌｌｉｆｒｅｙ."                Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ. Ｔｈｅ               ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ               ｗａｓ               ｓｏ               ｓｏｌｉｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｈｅ               ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ｆｏｒｇｏｔ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｔｈｅ               ａｉｒ               ｈａｄ               ｃｒｅａｔｅｄ               ｗａｌｌｓ               ｕｐｏｎ               ｗａｌｌｓ               ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ               ｔｈｅｍ. Ｓｈｅ               ｔｕｒｎｓ.                "Ｗｈａｔ?"                "Ｉｔ               ｎｅｅｄｓ               ｓａｙｉｎｇ. Ｗｈａｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｍｅａｎ               ｔｏ               ｍｅ,               Ｒｏｓｅ. Ｗｈｙ               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ;               ｗｈｙ               Ｉ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｙｏｕ               -               ｔｈｅ               ｗｈｏｌｅ               ｏｆ               Ｇａｌｌｉｆｒｅｙ,               Ｒｏｓｅ."                Ｈｅ'ｓ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｐｅｒｃｈｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｉｌｏｔ               ｓｅａｔ               ｍｏｔｉｏｎｌｅｓｓ,               ｂａｒｅｌｙ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｂｒｅａｔｈｉｎｇ               ｂｕｔ               ｈｅ               ｌｏｏｋｓ               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｓｕｃｈ               ｅｎｃｏｍｐａｓｓｉｎｇ               ｅｙｅｓ.                "Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ."               Ｓｈｅ               ｓｅｅｓ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｃｈａｎｇｅ               ｉｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｄｅｍｅａｎｏｕｒ,               ａｎ               ｕｎｕｓｕａｌ               ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ｕｎｓｅｅｎ               ｓｉｇｈｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ               ｏｐｅｎｉｎｇ               ｕｐ,               ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ,               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ.                "Ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｍｅｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ａｂｒａｓｉｖｅ,               ｂｒｏｏｄｉｎｇ,               ｌｅａｔｈｅｒ               ｃｌａｄ               ｔｈｉｎｇ. Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｋｉｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｏｕｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓｅｘｙ,               ｅｖｅｎ               ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｄｏ               ｓａｙ               ｓｏ               ｍｙｓｅｌｆ..."               ｈｅ               ｗｉｎｋｓ               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｓｈｅ               ｓｔｉｆｌｅｓ               ａ               ｇｉｇｇｌｅ. "Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ａｌｓｏ               ｇｅｎｕｉｎｅ. Ｔｈｅ               ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓｅ               ｕｓｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ａ               ｖｉｂｒａｎｔ,               ａｓｔｏｕｎｄｉｎｇ               ｐｌａｃｅ,               ｆｕｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｓｏｕｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ａｄｖｅｎｔｕｒｅ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｉｔ               ｂｕｒｎｅｄ. Ｇａｌｌｉｆｒｅｙ,               Ｒｏｓｅ,               ｍｙ               ｈｏｍｅ,               ｍｙ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ,               ａｌｌ               Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ,               ｉｔ               ｂｕｒｎｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｍｙ               ｈａｎｄ. Ｓｕｄｄｅｎｌｙ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｓｏ               ｄａｒｋ. Ｔｅｃｈｎｉｃｏｌｏｒ               ｆａｄｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｌａｃｋ               ａｎｄ               ｗｈｉｔｅ               ａｎｄ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｓｏ               ｑｕｉｅｔ. Ａｌｌ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｖｏｉｃｅｓ,               ａｌｌ               ｔｈａｔ               ｌｉｆｅ,               ａｍｂｉｔｉｏｎ,               ｈｏｐｅｓ,               ｄｒｅａｍｓ,               ｌｏｖｅ... Ｉ               ｆｅｌｔ               ｄｅａｆ               ａｎｄ               ｂｌｉｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ｙｅｔ               Ｉ               ａｌｏｎｅ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｅｘｉｓｔｅｄ,               ｓｏ               ａｌｏｎｅ. Ｉ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ...ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅ,               Ｒｏｓｅ."                Ｈｅ               ｃｏｍｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｈｅｒ               ｔｈｅｎ. Ａｂａｓｈｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ａｓｈａｍｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｔａｋｅｓ               ｈｅｒ               ｈａｎｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｌｏｗｅｒｓ               ｈｉｓ               ｇａｚｅ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｊｏｉｎｅｄ               ｆｉｎｇｅｒｓ.                "Ｈｏｗ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               Ｉ               ａｐｐｒｅｃｉａｔｅ               ａ               ｓｕｎｒｉｓｅ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｓｉｇｈｔ,               ｌａｕｇｈｔｅｒ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｈｅａｒｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｍｅｔ               ｙｏｕ               ａｎｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｒｅｐｌａｃｅｄ               ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ｇｏｎｅ. Ｏｎｅ               ｈｕｍａｎ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｂｅｃａｍｅ               ｍｙ               ｗｈｏｌｅ               ｗｏｒｌｄ,               ｍｙ               ｒｅａｓｏｎ,               ｍｙ               Ｇａｌｌｉｆｒｅｙ.                "Ｙｏｕ               ｓａｖｅｄ               ｍｙ               ｌｉｆｅ,               Ｒｏｓｅ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ａ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｗａｙ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｔｏ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               ａ               ｍａｎ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄｅｓｅｒｖｅｓ               ｓａｌｖａｔｉｏｎ               ｂｕｔ               ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ               ｍｙ               ｃｈａｎｃｅ. Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｌｅａｒｎ               ｔｏ               ｓｔａｎｄ               ａｌｏｎｅ               ａｇａｉｎ,               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｕｒｓｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔｉｍｅ               Ｌｏｒｄｓ               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｓｏ               ｕｎｍａｄｅ. Ｙｏｕｒ               ｅｙｅｓ,               ｙｏｕｒ               ｅａｒｓ,               ｙｏｕｒ               ｌｏｖｅ               ｉｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｓｕｒｒｏｇａｔｅ               ｔｏ               ｍｙ               ｓｏｕｌ. Ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｙｏｕ               Ｉ               ｓｅｅ               ａｎｄ               ｆｅｅｌ               ａｎｄ               ｌｉｖｅ               ａｇａｉｎ. Ｉｔ               ｔｅｒｒｉｆｉｅｓ               ｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｅｓｔｅｅｍ               ｏｎｅ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎ               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｓｕｃｈ               ａ               ｒｉｓｋ               ａｎｄ               ｅｖｅｒｙｄａｙ               Ｉ               ｔｈｉｎｋ               Ｉ'ｍ               ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｆａｌｌ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               Ｉ               ｆｅｅｌ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｈａｎｄ               ｉｎ               ｍｉｎｅ.                "Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｈｏｗ               Ｉ               ｆｅｅｌ               ｏｒ               ｗｈｏ               Ｉ               ａｍ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｍａｙ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｂｅ               ａｆｒａｉｄ               ｔｏ               ｆｉｎｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               Ｉ               ｗａｎｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｅ. Ｉｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｆｏｒ               ｙｏｕ?"                Ｄａｍｎ               ｓｔｕｐｉｄ               ａｌｉｅｎ               ｉｓ               ｍａｋｉｎｇ               ｈｅｒ               ｃｒｙ               ａｇａｉｎ. Ｓｈｅ               ｓｍｉｌｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓｍｏｏｔｈｅｓ               ｈｅｒ               ｈａｎｄｓ               ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｖｅｌｙ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｓｈｉｒｔ               ｂｒｅａｓｔ               ａｎｄ               ｒｅｐｌｉｅｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｗａｙ               ｓｈｅ               ｋｎｏｗｓ               ｈｏｗ,               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｗａｙ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｈｏｗ,               ｆｏｒ               ｎｏｗ               -               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｊｏｋｅ.                "Ｈｏｗ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               Ｉ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｆｅｅｌ               ｌｏｎｅｌｙ               ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ａ               ｈａｎｄ               ｔｏ               ｈｏｌｄ?"                "Ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ               ｓｔａｙ?"               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｐａｒｋｌｅ               ｉｎ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｅｙｅｓ.                "Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｓｔａｙ."               ａｎｄ               ｓｈｅ'ｓ               ｌａｕｎｃｈｉｎｇ               ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ               ａｒｍｓ               ａｎｄ               ｌａｕｇｈｉｎｇ               ｔｈａｔ               ｂｒｅａｔｈｌｅｓｓ               ｋｉｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｌａｕｇｈｔｅｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｓ               ｓｏ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｔｏ               ｔｅａｒｓ. Ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ               ｂｒｅａｋ               ａｐａｒｔ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｓｔａｎｄ               ｓｉｍｐｌｙ               ｓｍｉｌｉｎｇ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ               ｓｅｅｐｓ               ｓｌｏｗｌｙ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎ.                "Ｏｈ               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔ.Ａ.Ｒ.Ｄ.Ｉ.Ｓ.,               ｙｏｕ               ｓａｉｄ..."                "Ｏｈ               ｍｙ               Ｇｏｄ!"                "Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ?"

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   silverscreensaucers.blogspot.com/   10/26/2011

   ...duty physical therapy clinic at Moody AFB, Georgia, a pilot training base. While stationed in Texas in 1970, Barrow wrote an article, eventually printed...

5. the river barrow

   geneva2galway.wordpress.com/   11/28/2011

   ...constant treats about visiting Barrow-in-Furness is seeing my eldest daughter’s name everywhere. Like here at the train station: We had the same experience in Bagenalstown...

6. The Thomas Barrow Show: Episode 4

   alex51324.livejournal.com/   12/19/2012

   ...he hadn’t needed to. He turned with a grin. “I’m on my way, Mr. Barrow.” He hesitated. “They say you were a footman once.” “That’s right...

7. The Thomas Barrow Show: Episode 2

   alex51324.livejournal.com/   12/17/2012

   ...room, Thomas—he could never get into the habit of thinking of him as “Barrow”—greeted him by saying, “The shirts have been...

8. Railway Station

   pieandmushies.wordpress.com/   08/18/2008

   Barrow’s 1950s railway station replaced the old Barrow Central after the latter was ...Barrow took a pasting. The train standing at platform 2 in the...

9. Barrow in Furness

   sexloveandzparts.blogspot.com/   01/25/2008

   ... up from the train station and was really happy...there is a center of Barrow) and I was ready...I stated this in Barrow I saw people begin to chew...

10. New Delhi Railway Station

    pennchintan10.blogspot.com/   06/08/2010

    ...and segregating the aluminum tin from train lunches before leaving ... to the junk-dealer. Our week at the station ended with a delightful surprise from the...

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