Her brakes seem to press themselves, stopping her perfectly along the curb to park.As if moved by some unseen force, she gets out of the car and walks... up the path to his house. Her heels click up the cement walkway, bringing her closer to the object of her obsession. The rap of her knuckles on the door echoes throughout the house.Startled by the noise, he spins around in his computer chair, listening again.Another knock echoes.He walks down the staircase, only able to see a distorted form. ‘Will I ever find true love?’ Kay asked, Madam August raised an eyebrow and she chuckled slightly. ‘You truly are an interesting one, I have not been asked something so pure and innocent in a long time… For that dear, you will get the next question free of charge as well! Now I believe you wished to know if you find true love do you? Well let’s see what my crystal ball says.’ It was then that Kay noticed the piece of cloth on the center of the table Madam August grabbed the cloth and pulled it. It came one night, fairly late, and unexpected, for Uncle Mike had been going along for a number of days. But that night the monitor started to make alarming noises and help came running. Cyrus was one of the first in the room and worked with a will and efficiency that was immediately impressive. He asked one of the nurses to please escort Ms. Newell outside for a bit. Ruth Ann could barely breathe, when he didi that. She waited outside the room in great fear, and dread, she knew what was. .. all of you..." Barbara said, seeming on the edge of revealing something."Before you say anything. Please indulge me. I don't know if you've reached a tentative conclusion or not., I don't want to know for the moment." Susan said, hurrying on and not looking at Barbara. "As I've changed my mind about you having enough information on which to base your decision." You have?" Barbara asked in surprise."Yes. If you have the time, I have some information I think you will find very educational.".