Is something troubling you?" Lord Morehouse asked.I looked at him, making eye contact. "Many things are troubling me."He sat back in his chair and hel...d out a hand to another chair beside me. "Sit. We can talk about them. See what we can do."I didn't want to sit. "I'd be more comfortable standing."He nodded.He was giving me the impression that he had done nothing wrong. As if the memories I had gained from Maelstrom were wrong."Talk. Tell me what's on your mind," he said."Several things," I. When it seemed, minutes later, that the time between the flash of lightning and the roll of thunder was beginning to lengthen, he began rubbing her back, trying to soothe her. She was still getting tense with each loud crash, but slowly it seemed that she was relaxing a bit. Eventually he realized that Dawn had fallen asleep in his arms, and at first he intended to simply let her sleep until the low rumble of the thunder signalled that the storm was well to the east, and still moving. That may. I had some awesome feeling and this massaging continued for a week. Those days I shagged off thinking of mom several times and after that one day she was talking to my neighbour standing at our door. I also joined them during that time I casually placed my hands on her bare waist. She wore normally saree at home. She said nothing and I increased my pressure. She was standing without any reaction. She told nothing that day days passed. One day the same thing happened. After their conversation. "Hat sie euch nicht gewarnt?" Dann lacht Wesselauf und beantwortet die Frage gleich selbst: "Ha, wie ich sie kenne, hatsie euch so gewarnt, dass der Reiz, ihn auszuprobieren, einfach zu grosswerden musste". Er weist die drei darauf hin, dass ihrem Problem mitder Schulmedizin nicht beizukommen sei. Er muesse Kontakt mit Sarahaufnehmen. Dazu holt er einen vergammelten Notizblock hervor undbeginnt, darauf zu schreiben. Dann wartet er. Ploetzlich erscheinen unterseiner Schrift Buchstaben einer.