We tend to share their emotions, even if we don't share their beliefs.This time, Catherine got to experience it as well."Michael? Can't you do somethi...ng?" Catherine whined her thought to me.Adriana looked up at me expectantly as well."I guess it depends on how much authority I have around here," I told her."Okay. What would you do if you were king?" Catherine asked me with a smile. "Instead of a Prince!" Don't confuse the issue!" I warned her with a mental laugh.We could both feel Adriana's. Back in the room. “So how good does it feel to have him out?” Jessica asked. “Really good. Luckily he didn't take too long to get out,” I replied as I laid back down. Then Jeff and I just looked at Jessica holding Jeff Jr. standing there eyeballing him. He was still sleeping but, she couldn't take her eyes off him. She even sparked a tear. “Are you OK Jessica?” I asked. “Yes of course. I'm just carrying this little guy. I'm fine,” Jessica replied. We weren't sure what was going on exactly, but. . how would they know? And even if my mom and dad didn't suffer, I was doing that now.I did feel sad though, because after all, it was mom and dad in those coffins. I wasn't going to see them anytime soon. Maybe never. Probably never. We never were very religious, but a pastor came by – he was going to speak later – and told me stuff like 'They're in a better place.' And 'We can't understand God's will.'I asked him what was the better place they were in? How could it be better than here with. Those kids we let alone on the assumption that they were not hurting anyone but themselves.Our one big problem turned out to be Guy LeFette. He agreed, maybe too easily, to stop selling drugs at school. He did quit, but he was just biding his time to catch us with our guard down. LeFette had hopped to find each one of us alone, but that never happened, so he was forced to deal with us together.LeFette had talked to his gang leader and had arranged for us to be attacked by 10 gang members in the.