“You’ll have to help me work off some of this stress while we have the time...”The bite on my neck suddenly began to ache, and I quickly changed...the subject.“About that ... we should talk to Vasiliev if he’s still at the armory. I think I have an idea.”When we returned to the armory, Vasiliev was waiting for us. His injured shoulder had been bandaged, and there was a medic nearby that was tending to him. The engineer was nowhere to be seen, but after seeing the damage to the torus, he likely. Again he heard the metallic tapping noise, it was coming from the direction of the fire place. He looked towards the mantle piece. At first he thought his eyes were playing tricks. It was Helen’s urn, it was moving up and down on the marble shelf, as if some invisible hand were raising and lowering it. The movement of the urn became more and more violent, it leapt high into the air and smashed hard against the floor, the lid flew off and Helen’s ashes were strewn across the ground. Arthur was. We haven't met this man and we are discussing his penis and me having sex with him." "That's fine Beth," I assured. "This did come up quickly and I was taken back too. However it would be a meeting without expectations."After a while I asked, "were you ready to have sex with Matt"? Beth looked up and nodded. "Do you think it is because you know Matt and enjoy his company," I asked? Beth just stared at me almost in disbelief that we were having this conversation. "We were concerned that sharing. "Do you spend all your time here?" I could see red under her eyes and puffy bags like she'd been crying."No, just had a rough day at work and my boss let me off early." Oh," she sat down."Is everything alright?"She didn't say anything for a minute and I wondered if she would. Tears rolled down her face and she cried. "I don't think I can take it any more," she sobbed.I reached for her arm. The first time I had touched her but it felt so melancholy. "What's wrong?" My papa, he beats me.