It was morning and now I had half day with her as her brother would return at 3 pm.She was taking rest and I went and asked how is ur headache now she... said its fine.I intentionally asked where it was paining and touched her forehead then I started pressing it little she was feeling good.After that I slided my finger at her lips,so juicy they were I can’t tell,she said nothing and saw me I thought she would ask me to remove my hand but fortunately she just looked at me,we were looking in each. " Thank you, Miss Irvine. Please do. We'll all be very anxious. Goodbye."Betty rang Rupert Rockingham's secretary and told her what had happened.Lottë rushed to her editor's office. "My fiancé's had a stroke or something very like it. I must go to him." Oh, Lottë, that's awful. Of course you must and don't rush back. Wait until everything's under control. Just keep me in the picture if you would." Thanks, Tim."Lottë grabbed her laptop. She did not bother with the lift but hared down the stairs. I chose one that claimed to have been in service in the area for the past seventeen years, nothing like experience. I made the appointment for that same morning.I sat across from Mr. Carr a man in his middle fifties. There was actually a cigar in the ashtray in front of him, and his shabby office looked like something right out a Dashell Hammet novel. I thought, this guy only needed a trench coat to give Bogie a run for his money."And that's it then?" said Mr. Carr."Yeah, pretty much. I just. "Explained what?" she asked."You're not an Earthling, sweetheart. You are a healer descended from the Vindexicis class." You mean to tell me I'm not human? That you could have brought me back here at anytime? That I didn't have to go to ITS? That you could have simply sent me home?" she squeaked."Let me explain..." he pleaded as she started trembling."I..." she stopped and wiped furiously at the tears that had started to run down her cheeks. "I can't do this..." she cried before she darted out.