As Dale had informed them Grace and the Boss were pretty firm with themto begin with. As the weeks drew on there was more down time and more"hanging o...t" time with their parents to be. Grace soon made it clearthey were becoming part of the family and they could call her Mum, andthe Boss Dad.Jay found calling Grace "Mum" was nice in a way because he'd could neverrecall having a real mother. Not even Dale called the Boss "Dad" much,he was nearly always "Boss" but no-one seemed to worry about. She needed an airplane. She had the money to rent one, but with the FBI and the mob looking for her to do something like that. Her chances of success were minimal. She needed outside help, and there was one person, on the outside that could help her, her dad. She opened her computer and went to her website and typed in a question, ‘Papa, I you are there, I need help. I am in trouble. My cover was blown this morning. Contact me as soon as you can.’ ‘William was online. He was showing his. But I am leaving the goggles on. For a little while longer. Let your hands drop now. Relax."Daniella's arms dropped, loosely. Then she slowly crumpled to the ground in a little heap. Like a puppet, whose strings had been cut -- underwater. Dropping down so slowly. So blissfully happy, drifting. She couldn't tell whether she was lying face up or face down. She opened her eyes, and saw leaves forming the name "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." She couldn't tell if they were on the ground or in. Everything was returning to normal, when Mary became aware of two cloaked figures standing beside their table. A soft, hypnotic voice was heard, "We noticed that your companion was not 'taken' with us as most of the men, and some women were. We would like to 'talk' with him. We will make it worth his while."Roc looked up at Mary for guidance. She could not decipher the look on his face. He was looking at her with puppy-dog eyes and it really pissed her off! "Don't look to me for answers,.