"In that case, you two need to go home, and I am stuck here for a little while, right?" There was no sense beating around the bush.Polly smiled and tr...ed to soften the news. "Sweetie, you were really sick. Doctor Abrams wants time to make sure you are recovered inside as well as outside. His people are all over your vital signs, blood work, and internal organs looking for anything that might come back and haunt you later. We need to let that run its course and make sure, before we fly you home. "What is?" I asked angrily."M-my name." she stammered back."I didnt ask you for that." I said dismissively.Later I stood in the laundry mat watching the clothes spin and wondered how such strange events always seem to happen to me. I had learned years ago to just roll with it and do what ever comes to mind while the event plays out, but still I marveled at how random and peculiar they began.It was Monday when I called her."Hello?" she answered."At 7pm be at the Sheetz on Aviation." I told. He was an extremely fit dude and I started to admire more than his ability to lift weights. I started to look at him. His body. His fit body. Finally, I noticed the bulge in his shorts. And finally, I decided that I wanted to explore all I had noticed. “G’day mate, I’m Allan,” he said. I responded, “Hi, I’m Dean.”“How do you want me to spot you, Allan?” I said. “just stand behind me and catch me if I fail,” he responded. I noticed the Australian accent and wanted to ask him where he was from. "I don't know her. What did these policemen think I was doing with your student?" Well they didn't say. They just kept going round and round about you and the Russians and her research and how you were supposed to have put me up to sending her..." Angela, this is completely crazy. Even for security services. What had you got this student — McEwan - doing for goodness sake?"Angela tries to gather herself. She's conscious she's been gabbling. It's not her usual style. "Well she was - is -.