Elements of his male personality had been shunted into their female corollaries and incorporated into the fabric of the woman known as Emily, interwov...n completely, indistinguishably, lost in total femininity. They hugged for several minutes, patting each other comfortingly, venting pent up sorrows and fears, and relishing the happiness they felt at their reunion. Emily was crying for joy while Chuck, sailing on an incredible crest of elation, began to sense, intuitively, that things were now. ”Jens says, “That’s too bad, we were hoping we could use it at the cabin.”We have everything in the van, Johnny hands me the keys and says, “Thanks guys you were great.”I reply, “You guys were awesome too. Good hunting.”I climb into the van and start it up. We pull outside, I realize we’re in Denver so I start to head toward Leadville.Present – Thom – At the cabinI get a call from Johnny and he says, “Thom, the handoff went great; they are in the van headed your way.”I exit my room and head. I knew this was a false memorybut as I thought about it it became even more real to me.I took the pack and lit a cigarette noticing my nails had grown out andneeded a fill.Mia saw me inspecting my nails. "You have a salon appointment tomorrowhair and nails we aren't going to let you get scruffy."We finished our wine and cigarettes and chatted a bit as I got used tomy new voice. I became uncomfortable and had to pee. I did want to putit off as long as possible since I hadn't seen the results. I stepped out of the car, 15 Euros down and not entirely convinced I was in the right place.Sure enough, a sign confirmed the rough road was Bickefeldstrabe so, with a hint of trepidation, I crunched through the gravel, passing old factory buildings until, with some relief, I found the place I was looking for. Bordoll, it transpired, occupied an unassuming two-storey office-style block in the heart of an industrial estate that, curiously, included an old red British telephone kiosk.Buzzer.