Remember John?" Brenda asked."I am all that John was. All of his experiences and memories remain.But that personality is gone. It's hard to explain....I am what he was...but I am not him." Do you... 'think' like him?" Brenda asked."I think like the woman that I am... I think like Heather... because Iam Heather. But if you're asking if I retain John's intellect, thenyes. Absolutely," Heather replied."And your feelings for Cathleen?" Brenda asked... with a tear forming inher eye...Heather. She watched in disbelief, as he pulled out a pen and a piece of paper, then found her wallet in her purse. He pulled out her credit cards and one by one had her say the PIN numbers. As she told him the codes she pleaded him not to harm her. "Relax will take a trip to the bank, then I'll let you go." he lied, similing at her. He drove to the bank in silence, she watched as he cash advanced her cards. he then drove to a deserted side street. "Slide over here."She didn't move. Waving the knife he. ‘I was hoping it would both my first and my last.’ ‘Come again for big fudge?’ This was, I shit you not, the most confusing conversation that I had ever had. I have held conversations about the socio-economical implications of Dali paintings that made more sense. ‘It’s a long story. I can just leave.’ ‘Claire, do I look like I’m going anywhere?’ Claire sat back down. Chapter 3 ‘I was trained by a company that prepares girls for the use of wealthy men.’ She started. ‘I think it was somebody’s. Howell called the Professor away from the others and they went to the lab where the machine had changed all their lives. Dr. B looked at the machine and shook his head. "Bad?" asked the Professor. He knew the answer but prayed his estimate of the damage was wrong!"Not good! Not good at all! Igor knew just what to do to disable the machine. He may have looked like a monster but he has a brilliant mind! There is no way I can fix this mess!"Ginger, in Igor's hulking body, moved in behind them,.