She smiles, and when she speaks I realize I recognize her voice from before. "Good morning, I hope you feel rested after your ordeal?" She is slender,... her blond curly hair tied loosely back off her neck. "Where am I? Who are you? What are you doing to me?" I ask, frantically trying again to sit up and cover my naked body, which suddenly feels uncomfortably vulnerable. "Shhhh," she says, "I'm Heidi - I'm here to help you." She approaches me, reaching out a hand to touch my forehead again. I. "Hi, Scotty," I greeted him.He glanced up and frowned when he saw me. I could tell from his hostilegaze that I had made a mistake.Scotty looked quickly around to see if someone was watching us."Don't you ever approach me in public, dude. Ever," he hissed."Sorry, Scotty," I mumbled, regretting my mistake.I was just about to walk away when he said,"You know the old football team locker room in the basement?"I nodded. The team had been rewarded with a fancy new locker room afterthey won the state. Though I couldn’t for the life of me tell you who said it or wrote it. It goes along the lines of “one perfect hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name”. “You have just given me that hour, Mex. O.K. so it was maybe just ten minutes. But, Mex, you helped me achieve something that, according to the agony columns in all these women's magazines, most women only fantasise about. For that alone, Mex, I thank you. I thank you truly and honestly, from the very bottom of a somewhat shattered. Anyway, Tyrone was gracious and shook my hand after I'd won all three events. I was worried I might never be able to use it for a second or two but he smiled and lightened up after he'd made his point.Coach sat down by me after we got on the bus. "Isn't this better than flipping burgers?" He didn't wait for an answer, he clapped me on the shoulder and headed up to his normal seat next to the driver.It was 7 by the time I got home. I noticed Barney's old bowls out on the patio. One had water in.