If the Fuhrer hadbrought Hell on earth, then Fiore could justify turning him into Hel.The man was known for his love of Norse mythology, after all.Soo...n, Fiore was admiring her handiwork. Oil painting on canvas, aphotorealistic depiction of Hel in Niflheim. The painting was left tohang, leaving the theater empty except for the "twins".Karlotte was the first to speak when Fiore returned to the stage. "Why?"was all she could stammer out. Karoline nodded in agreement.Fiore sighed. "If you're. Unless you want to go back to the psychiatric ward." One of the nurses said calmly."Yes! Take me back there! Anywhere is better than here!" He slowly got out of bed and the nurse helped him out the door. "Sorry about the loudness, Bill is a little over the deep end. The poor guy suffers from cancer." One of the other nurses said. "It's quite alright, but maybe it's for the better that he's in psychiatric ward." The nurse just nodded and left. 'Finally, maybe I can get some rest. ' Jake thought.. “You will do what I tell you, or I will take the little bastard and give him away and you will never see him again,” Marty told the teen.“Please no Marty,” the seventeen-year-old begged.Marty went over to the baby’s crib, and as he reached down, Dianne said, defeated, “Stop. I will do it. I will do what you want. Just leave little Jeff alone.”The next day the baby was left with a babysitter while Marty forced Dianne to go to the studio. She had no idea what was in store for her that day. Marty. "Good morning, Emma, I'm Dr. Goode," he said as he introduced himself. Emma almost slid off the table as she looked at him. Dr. Goode was young and gorgeous."Oo-o-o, he should have been called Dr. Good-looking, or Dr. Feel-good," Emma thought as she took his offered hand. "Thank you for coming," he told her sincerely. Emma could feel his eyes scanning her all but naked body. He then proceeded to tell her how much he was enjoying the community, the practice he had taken over from Dr. Miller, and.