I devoured her words to me, as she devoured mine. Over time, Karen began to share with me the more intimate details of her life with her husband. She...treasured them, sharing them with me in small bits and pieces. Not that she couldn’t remember them clearly and succinctly within her mind, she just couldn’t adequately form into words the images that she remembered and so deeply cherished. Gradually I formed a pretty clear picture of some of those times. It had been years since I had written. Sasami herself had provided some of the information as well.Apparently either just 'knowing' via her connection on some instinctive level or through dreams.She appeared 'older', having visually to have aged ... two? perhaps slightly more years biologically.Just as a rough guess.The now 'not so little Princess' seemed distant as well.Not precisely cold mind you, just some how 'detached'.Small wonder indeed, given the circumstances.Kiyone was still trying to fill in some of the details. ” He fell silent again, then said. “I think you’re feeling kind of the way I did after that first time. You know, in the bathroom?”“Uh-huh,” said Jane, not quite following.“Even though it was really exciting while I was doing it? I felt terrible afterwards because I’d made you do what I wanted without caring how you felt. I still feel bad about it sometimes.”“Oh, Peter—that was so long ago...and it turned out all right, didn’t it?”“You know it did.But do you see what I’m getting at?”“I. "Then it's VT until proven otherwise. She's had several shocks andan Amiodarone load. It's refractory. There's nothing we can do."Refractory, in this context meant resistant to treatment. Her heartwas not responding to our efforts to reset it. To restart it if youlike. VT was short for Ventricular Tachycardia. In this casepulseless VT. Her heart simply wasn't pumping blood on its own.I had a thought."Dane," I asked of my airway nurse, at the patients head end. "Whatare her pupils doing?" Mid.