Me in the bed with Cal half laid across me and my arms round her, or at least the one of them that wasn’t stiff with bandages, with her sobbing her ...eart out, and me doing my best to soothe her.“What’s wrong?” Mary asked, “why is Cal crying?”“Not anything I’ve done or said,” I replied, defensively, “listen, Aunt Mary, I think at the moment, it’s more important that you and Cal talk, rather than her and me.”“What about?” she asked.“Something she needs to tell you, then you two need to decide. I took the lead, descending downwards with Nate covering my back. Even down here, it doesn't seem like there was anything waiting for us. It was as eerie and quiet as the previous floors we've been on."Maybe whatever was here left before we came." But what about whoever sent that distress signal? Think they escape too?" If so, then this would've all been a sorry waste of time."Our search of the third floor seemed as fruitless as the first and second. That is, until we found a locked door. One. I had a sudden flash of recollection, of another life, another family, another me. As I tried to assimilate the memories into my own, to correlate them with who I was and what I already knew, they seemed to fade away, like a dream on wakening, until I was left with just the memories of memories, the echo of an echo.It was the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced. For a brief moment, I had shared the soul of another person. I had been Neeka. I had known what she knew, felt what she felt,. This is very serious, if any information is given out, the student who does so will face the Dean of the Department. Now, let us have a general discussion today on the way possessions limited early expansion."Monday morning early the three friends met outside the classroom and chatted about what the papers would say. Class discussions were projected to end the second class period before finals week with the last class period reserved for review.The reviews were generally very good. Each.