“The computer is saying that the copy is complete,” he said softly. “Now you have to trust me ... Now, paste it over the injured leg.”Dr. Harr...is slid into the chair. Relieved but not yet off the hook, I stood up and realized my hands were shaking. His were not.He restored Anita’s 3-D form to its accurate state and right-clicked the mouse. An image of her undamaged leg appeared over the injury“This thing will let me peel away layers? Without hurting her worse?”“No. I mean, yes, it will,” Chuck. And the voices and so much more….I wanted to fit in….then I became a mother. Yes during my trying to fit in I made some poor judgment calls as all young people do. Do I regret my children never, the timing perhaps. Many years and many things happen between then and later years… More bad choices….swinging between Christian and who I truly was. Relationships and more children. Most always it came from me trying to fit in …to be normal… I have learned that is just a setting on a washing machine.. However, beyond that story, whether true or false, the trails went cold and no more information could be found. No one was interested in a boy with clogged Qi channels.Zetsa also was not ignorant of the identity of the woman in front of her. After she read Zax's letter, her expression grimaced. At first she was angry at him for leaving without asking her opinion in person, or at all. But afterwards she understood his attitude by acknowledging the importance of a breakthrough. Even more so after. "Taking pictures?" answered his sister. "Don't you worry about that,and there's nothing wrong with enjoying a moment feeling good aboutyourself." I wasn't?" grumbled Owen. "I just..." It's ok, and I'm glad," said his sister, hitting a button and puttingdown the phone. "Let's give it a try now Belle."Finally she positioned her phone after having connecting it to herblue tooth speaker, and then slid her furry gloves back on as sheapproached him. Into position she went, moving his hands and.