It’s an act! They’re paid to give a shit about your health. Hospitals. It’s ironically sadistic, isn’t it? And you told him everything. That... asshole is out laughing about you as we speak. They all laugh at you. You’re not even capable of keeping yourself from seeming so pitiful. Oh, woe is me. Pity me! I wanna cry every night, I wanna kill the world! People are disgusting! You… he nodded, using the razor on the back of his hand, …are full of shit. No tears came from her. Ella had heard this. " Oh? Why have you never mentioned them?" They are just fantasies honey, things you sometimes think about." What are they?" I don't really want to say." Why not? If I had said that I had one and didn't want to say you would bug me until I told you so why won't you tell me yours?" Because I'm afraid of what you might think of me if I do." That doesn't make sense baby. You had to know that if you asked me if I had any I would ask you. If you really didn't want to talk about it why did you bring. Finally she thanked us, grabbed her money and went off to a back room. We watched some more dancers, drank more shots and were really enjoying ourselves. Then a brunette took the stage with the pole. Seemed she was well known and very popular. We watched with interest as she danced on and around the pole. I was amazed by her skills, and could easily understand why every set of eyes in the club was on her as she performed. She finished her set of songs and descended the stage. She didn’t get. She would not give her enemies the slightest comfort from her pain."That was the Construct," she said when she hung up. "They're trying to link up with wherever Suzanne is. Apparently there are some security protocols that are slowing them down."She'd put down the phone. Now she started crying. I tried to comfort her, but she shrugged me off. She knew I was trying to help, but she was going to get through this first on her own. I knew what that meant. Woe to whoever had touched Suzanne. Father.