The Skipper would never be taken for a man anymore.The Professor draped an arm around the Skipper's shoulders, trying to offer some sense of comfort. ...I'm afraid you do indeed talk and walk like a woman now. Like Mrs. Howell, to be exact, Captain. And I seem to talk like Mary Ann. It's really better this way, though. Think about it... If we are ever rescued, and we are unable to reverse what this madman did to us, would any on us be comfortable looking as we do now but sounding like our former. She asked Wilson if he'd come to her house when she got home and Wilson agreed. A call to me ensured that Jordan stayed at our house (yep, that's how this whole started thing off – Jordan staying at my house) until she called.I knew Jordan would be coming home to do her homework and to eat supper with me. 3:45 rolled around and I heard Jordan come in, dropping her bag on the couch and leaping onto my lap. "I didn't realize just how much I'd miss being able to cuddle you and kiss you and..." She. We drank our cappuccinos and ate our cake’s, talking all the while of anything we could think of. Again, he avoided talking about himself much but this time I understood and let it go. Asking only simple questions. In an hour I found out about his favourite TV programme’s, how naughty he was at school, his favourite colours, why he joined the army, that he had lived 2 streets away from me for about 8 months and that he loved animals. ‘Ok my turn now Missy!’ He declared when I couldn’t think of. Impact was imminent! The rest was messy blur without chronological order. (1) I couldn’t get me arm in front of me before hitting the ground. (2) There was a loud popping sound in my left leg. (3) There was stinging pain on my right side. (4) I couldn’t breathe. (5) A soothing sound told me to lie still and wait for the ambulance. Let them fix my head in a c-spine. The truck door opened. Male steps came closer in the snow. The men stepped in front of me. It was priest. The white collar gave him.