All of a sudden the doorbell rang.Everyone froze downstairs. Liz and I looked at each other, and then scrambled into our clothes: jeans and a school s...weatshirt. Then, with Jodie in tow, we cracked open the door."Yes?" it was Jodie's house, so she spoke up.It was two police officers. "Are your parents home?" the taller of the two asked."No sir," Jodie said with a shake of her head."What are all of the cars here for?" They went somewhere as a group," I replied. "They're having a movie and drinks. Your words cannot harm anyone any longer, come, give yourself some respite. Tell them what they want to know and then you can rest."The sweet voice had almost reached her, but from somewhere deep inside herself the memory of her training surfaced and with sudden clarity she knew what the soft, soothing words were trying to do. She closed herself off from the effect of the voice and the interrogator could see from the change in her facial expression that his attempt had failed."I was close!" he. " And you have done this to others?" asked Stephen.Bishop nodded."It is quite ... intoxicating; the power rush is intense," he repliedwith a grin."And does this mean that you have someone currently as a sub?"Bishop shook his head."No. My last mate died in an accident. I have been looking for theright person." I'm sorry about your loss," said Stephen.To Stephen's surprise, Bishop smiled softly."That's very thoughtful of you," he replied.They talked for another hour, before Bishop stated that he. I don’t think they’re keen on moving us back to England anytime soon.”“Good.”“But if we’re not going back to England – if we really are staying here – then The Parents could get naturalized as Americans. Uncle Stan explained it to me. If they get naturized, or naturalized, or whatever it is, then we get it automatically. We can become proper Americans. Then we’d really belong. No nonsense about green cards and voting and stuff. The law says we’d have exactly the same rights as anybody else.”He.