I’m going to set up an appointment with a therapist as soon as possible.”“Did she explain the bruises on her?”“They appear to be somewhat se...lf-inflicted. She was partaking in some sort of role-playing with a master and mistress in a sex dog, bondage routine. She was being paraded around like a dog for sexual pleasure in the Hen House. She was fighting against her restraints to punish herself and cause more bruising. She was punishing herself for her miscarriage.”“Do you think the husband had. So let me continue that, find somebody else to do the other things.”And 3 weeks later, Doug Wood was hired. I was in my office going over some data we had on ratios of how many mutants had multiple abilities against those that only had one when Ms. Smith brought him in. I turned to face them and held out my hand, welcoming him as well as thanking him for taking that burden off of my shoulders.He was soft spoken and had a hint of an accent. I briefed him on what I was passing off to him, and I. It had been a long and sullen walk back to Maldea's empty home. Jeff cradled her all the way - but could find no words to comfort the shocked girl. As they approached the door Maldea stiffened."Jeff will you stay with me? I can't do this alone," she sighed.Jeff made up his mind in an instant; making up his parents minds' would take longer. Still the decision was made."Give me half an hour, I'll get some things and be back - I promise!" Jeff replied with a half grin."Can I come with you? I don't. Allison was their favorite. They’d seen it before. They’d see it again. It was inevitable. It happened to everyone, male or female, at least once. It didn’t always end badly but it nearly always ended in tears. The nurses were smart, wise, and tough. They knew there was nothing they could do but be there for her when she needed them. They mostly talked. She always did a cursory exam and lied, telling him everything looked the same. It wasn’t. For his part, he was always fine, maybe a little.