I noted down the phone number, maybe I would give them a call later.I kept walking to the supermarket a few shops down. I headed in the door and was j...ust getting a basket when I felt a stab of hate flare behind me then a stern voice said, "Oi, animal!"I turned to look, a middle aged overweight man in a security guard uniform was standing there looking straight at me. I gave him a questioning look not sure if he was talking to me and how to respond to that if he did. I could feel the anger. I like it when my mind slowly slips away.6:27:30 am: Do you think hypnosis would work on you? Or do you think you could resist it?6:27:52 am: I'm honestly not sure.6:28:10 am: I don't mind a little bit of resistance during the induction.6:28:21 am: That's always fun.6:28:32 am: Okay Allison just have a seat on the couch for me.6:28:48 am: I take a seat and smile at you.6:29:04 am: Are you ready to start?6:29:21 am: "Sure," I say, nodding.6:29:38 am: Okay first of all I need you to. If you want to fight me, stand still!"Now, here's the funny part. I repeated that one more time, and sure as shit, most of them ran off, and a few lay down on the ground. The rest, about ten more men ... they just stood there waiting for the fight to start. So, I obliged them."Now!" I whispered to the scouts, and they all stood up and shot someone. Me, I shot two. Before anyone could blink, the fight was over and the scouts ran out to grab the weapons again. Within a long minute, they were. Removing one Alison from the other was going to require some doing. It was however necessary if we were going to make this thing work.It was Wednesday when the small box of business cards arrived. It was also the day when Alison returned to the trail. I gave her one of the new sticks. Hers was more than my simple black color. I had painted it with splotches of red and white. Those were left over colors from earlier projects around the shop. Better to use them for walking sticks, than to let.