It is the ability to identify with someone else’s feeling. It is something most people come into the world with, but not all people. A fine example ...was Joan, who was born with no sense of empathy, if she had any she would have ... well, you’ll see soon enough.Last we left Ellen, she was running out of Joan’s house in fear. We can try and judge whether her fear was justified or not but there is no need to spend precious time on that. As soon as she reached the bus station Ellen stopped and took. "Will you be hungry tomorrow night?" I asked. I didn't even tell her who I was."Starving," she said.The storm was back. I didn't see any lightning, but it was thundering to beat the band. I had an errant thought that I'd left the window down on my truck."See you then?" she said."Urgh," I croaked."What? I can't hear you," she complained."Yeth," I blurted."Okay ... great ... bye."The line went dead. I stared at the phone for a few seconds. I had a date. A real live date, with a real live woman.. I'm going to hate to have to move here, after L.A., but this is where the power is. The only reason the Defenders had their office in L.A. was for the money, not the power." You're going to move the office to Washington?" he asked. "I'm not so sure that's any better than Los Angeles." It won't be for a while, yet," Heather said. "We've got to get this whale project going, to regain some credibility, and that'll be handled better from Los Angeles." I've got a job," he protested. "I'm just taking. She drinks her urine, not spilling a drop, then notices me and gives me a smile."I will take the coffee to the men, so you will have some time here" she tells me.I am very grateful for this. I walk up to Yukiko. She looks worse for the wear. Her face is a tired mask of pain. A thin stream of blood trickles from her hands and down her arms. Her feet also are bleeding slightly. I look up at her, and she looks down at me. I realize she has impaled herself on the cornu, during the night. She.