We went to our uncle’s place which was an hour away from the airport. We were greeted by Lattika (uncle’s daughter) who showed me around the house...and I met Aunt Anamika (From now on referred as Aunty), exchanged pleasantries and then descended into the guest-room for some shut eye. I was informed that my father got a call from his ministry and had to leave for Delhi. We decided to stay a couple of days with aunty, as uncle was also leaving for some tour, and she was more than happy to host. "So you go on about your business and I'll go see if I can get me a telephone installed at my house." Harley left the room.He stopped at the front desk and asked Ellie, "You know how to get a telephone hooked up? I need one at my house." Oh yes sir, Harley, sir," she answered brightly, "I'll call and get it installed for you today."He looked at her, "You mean all there is to it is I ask you and you take care of it?" She nodded. "Well, why didn't someone tell me it was so easy?" Well, I guess. As I stirred and began to awaken, he glanced at me over his glasses."Good morning, Patrick," he said. "I'm Dr. Brewer. You seem to be doing quite well. I'm sure you have a lot of questions." Umm ... you can say that again." As those words left my mouth, I discovered that I could now move my head freely. Whatever restraint had been in place had been removed."Let me give you an update on your injuries and your condition. You suffered a moderately severe concussion, and sustained a large but. Before I left he said to come back anytime, we can play some more. When I was home mom was so mad she was shaking. I took my punishment for lossing my bike and clothes, even though I explained how it wasn't my fault. A couple of days later a friends father brought my bike home, saying it was found behind a store in the middle of town. After the return of the bike mom calmed down a bit, and let me go riding. After a week at home trying to duplicate what he did with me, I wanted to feel him do it.