"So it's a time machine?" No, not at all!" Sam shouted. "Well, not exactly. I mean yes, in a sense? It's very simple, I even wrote a layman's explanat...ion for this very occasion." He grabbed a sheet of lined paper that was sitting on his desk nearby, straightening it out in the process. "The RTMD, as I've come to call it," he began to read, "is a device for rewriting the past. Your regrets, obliterated in an instant, as you take control of your own destiny. Quite simply, a living creature is. I never wanna see that place ever ever again, he thought while undressing, and tossing each item into the bathroom hamper. Salvatore turned on the shower, and stepped inside. He lathered up, recalling that day in the shower, when two young Hispanics beat the resident diddler -what they all called child molesters- nearly to death. His existence on the inside wasn’t so bad for prison. He either kept company with the minority of Irish or Italian inmates, or kept to himself for the rest of the. ‘And if I did love him how dare he insult me with this teeny pebble.’ Isabel quickly slipped the ring into the man’s bag then straightened up. Isabel silently daydreamed about finding a true love. Someone who would take care of her when she was sick, someone who she could look in the eyes and just knows that he was the one. Before Isabel realized it, the plane was landing. ‘Must have missed the announcement. I was thinking THAT hard? Wow.’ Isabel reached above her and got her bags down, walked. Days passed into months, months passed into years. She grew fast into a wiry young thing. Her surrogate father taught her forest lore. Which berries were to be eaten and which to be avoided. How to track and catch game. Even how to fish though she seldom did. They were happy times. There were times when he would speak gruffly if she made a mistake but would never, no matter how badly she tried his patience, raise a hand to her. Her eyes had sparkled with mischief as she remembered how dark.