His senses were alarmingly sharp and heard every little noise. He panted and watched himself breathe and figured he had lungs…just no heart. How the... fuck does that happen? Confused he eyed the strange lady who introduced herself as Rain and eyed her clingy clothes, Persian style clothes but she didn’t have a headpiece and keenly saw every make up mark o n her eyes. Her eyes in fact had white in the blue irises. Whoa…Ok, now back to the nakedness. Fuck… ‘You’re blushing Bahman.’ Rain softly. Or perhaps Person B got a lot of money for the ‘Place’ bet that he made and left his family to run away with his mistress to Antarctica or some God-forsaken place.Everything a person did affected what would follow, including a ripple of events changed by that one action. If I had not come back to become V3, V2 would have died. He’d never have made love with either Francie or his sister. Would Em have become Mrs. Robbie, forever bitter because he just couldn’t flip her switch on? Would Francie. Eventually, she ended the call. She said, "Head into Washington, but stay on single lane streets otherwise we might have someone cut in front of us to stop us. We're going to meet Jerry. Take route fifty-nine."I took the next right turn and started to head south. I asked, "What's he going to do?"Marjorie explained, "He's going to cut off the cars following us and allow us to keep going. We're to head back to Silver Spring on Georgia Avenue, when we get there."Marjorie's phone rang five minutes. He wanted Felicia to be happy, and it's not like hedidn't enjoy being Carly every week, but things were getting too closeand he didn't think that anyone would really understand the whole Carlything. There had to be a solution that would make them both happy."Well..." Carl started.Felicia perked up immediately."Well what?" Felicia asked."The Zoom calls are only a few hours in the morning, I suppose I couldbring Carly out once I'm finished and do the rest of my work likethat." Carl.