You need to talk to me . . .’ But she is gone, drifting in silence. He holds her face, kisses her forehead again. He looks into her eyes, watches as... the blackness of her depression envelopes her, watches as she withdrawals from the world of the living. _____________________________________ She is sitting in a wheelchair on a small concrete patio, a nurse at her side. The air is much cooler now, the sun lower in the sky. She looks around at the mauve colored brick walls of the hospital, it feels. That girl there is Vanessa Benson and that young man is Tracey Manning if that helps you at all.”The chopper pilot nodded and said, “Thankyou, sir. We do have room for one passenger so if the girl’s mother would like to come along we can accommodate that but only one person. The rest of you will have to make your way to UMC in Las Vegas as best you can. Now excuse me but we need to get going. Please stand back now.”Gloria Reznik was then helped up into the helicopter and strapped in next to the. Hermione opened her eyes, she hadn’t even realized she had shut them. In front of her was the Gryffindor table. She could see Lavender eating her food. Lavender seemed bored, her eyes were blank, but they were looking right at the floor where Hermione and Harry were. Hermione knew that Lavender couldn’t actually see anything, but it still seemed odd to her. Hermione shivered in pleasure.“Lavender’s looking right at us,” Hermione whispered to Harry.Harry turned his head. “Imagine if she could. ... her."Oh hey there, sweetie! I see you sitting all by your lonesome, mind if Ihave a seat?" she had called out one night of a drunken haze. He hadlooked up to a red haired woman, likely around her late 30s or so, havingtaken her seat next to him at the bar. She looked dressed like she workedin an office, with a neatly pressed white blouse and a long gray skirtadorning her sensual body underneath. Even with a pair of sexy glasses,this vision of womanly pleasure sitting next to him at a bar,.