I felt a strong need to find out exactly why, and worked my way throughthe Dr.'s notes, to try and match the pictures to what was written. Ittook some... doing, because of the way the notes were organized, butfinally, I was able to find out about this child.At the time, I didn't understand the term the doctor used to describethis child. "Gender Dysphoria" was not something I had heard before. But,after talking with the police's shrink, I learned that it meant that thisboy was at least in part more. I also had one private message. I opened it.Will they still be on the train at 9pm?Confused, I re-read the post I'd put out. I'd made no mention of the train, or of the time they were due.Then I remembered that I'd posted something about it a few days ago, when Gina had first mentioned she and Steff were going out. I scrolled through the app until I found that particular message.I almost slapped myself on the forehead when I found it. What an idiot. I'd posted that message--and the one. But I'm kind of swamped right now."Mariko blushed but nodded. "Well, maybe some other time then. See you around."Once she had left Ryan got out the class photos. He had to look at her. Back then she had a half-mohawk and stared angrily at the camera, barely staying still for the photo. Yui Asahara. She looked like just another delinquent, but talking to her he had discovered that she was probably the smartest student – hell, probably the smartest person – in the school. She skipped half her. I hate babysitting you,” said Tiffany. “Nice shorts,” said Heather “Did your mom pick them out for you?”“Actually my mom probably did pick them out for him.”“I just wanted to hear what you guys were talking about?”Jessica, “Get out of here you runt and let us be. Go play with your toys inside while me reminisce about who has gotten the greatest lay.”“Whats that Jessica?”Tiffany “No, Brandon go inside”Heather gave a teasing smile and wanted to join in this game of telling Brendon about sex.