We already drained the water bottles we brought with us."Yeah," I said.I followed her into her house. We sat at the kitchen table with our drinks."Whe...re's your mom?" I asked."She started working Saturdays today," Emily answered.We talked for an hour and then I said, "I need to get back before my parents worry." You can just call and let them know you're here." Okay. If it's alright." Why not?" she said.We had lunch and then went into the living room to talk more. We faced each other on the. . Wait a minute, yesterday morning before going to the clinic you told me you were not John, if you are not him, who are you?"That was a question that once, not so long ago, in my dreams I had wished her to make me, now I wasn't so sure, "I'm your son, I'm Pierce Bridgeport"Her face went white as if she had seen a ghost; her hand to her mouth, her eyes popping out of its sockets she started murmuring, "Oh my god, oh my god, it can't be true, can't be true".I was as petrified as her, my arms. My dad liked to tease me from time to time. When I was a kid I went through a phase where I liked to talk in an old fashioned way. And one of the words I used when I talked about people dating was courting.Finally my first week of school had come and gone. I was disappointed that I hadn’t seen Elena in any of my classes. I thought for sure that we’d share at least one class. We’d both been a bit busy and didn’t even run into one another very often in the halls. On the first weekend I had enough. She has been taken places she never could have imagined. It defies all logic, all thought. How could she ever want this to stop? How could she ever want to leave this place?“You are almost there,” Beth says as she kisses her way up Janice’s red skinned body. “Let yourself break. Forget your previous life.”Janice knows she is right even if her mind screams the opposite. She shivers and squirms beneath the mixture of words and actions.“There is no one to save you,” she continues as she clamps.