I found him poring over his Geneao Plan. The clusters of red, black and white markers had changed: many now seemed clustered around the centre of the ...ap. "Skiing!" Castwich exclaimed. "They're all off at Klosters. Too many genetic units in too close proximity! We lose sight of the risks when there are so many of them in the same place. It's a limitation of our systems I fear."I noticed Julian's assistant, the voluptuous girl who had been moving markers on my first visit. She was busy as before. Fortunately, there was a path through the woods, so I was able to maintain a brisk pace. After running what I gauged to be three miles through the woods, I came into a clearing on a knoll. I stopped to take inventory of the situation, as well as to determine if any blood hounds were barking on my trail. I immediately saw the very park in which I had been walking when Dillinger had abducted me!I was thankful that several years ago I had started running five miles, three times a week to lose. A few minutes later Jim came into the kitchen. He sat quietly sipping on his morning coffee, and Kathy sensed something was wrong."What's the matter Jim, you seem a little down this morning. Something happen yesterday? Want to talk about it?" No, everything if fine. Don't worry about it."Before Kathy could question him farther, Megan came bouncing back into the kitchen and hugged her father. "Thanks daddy for last night. It feels like nothing happened at all."Kathy looked at Megan and then to. "This band is sitting next to the skin and monitors your heart rate and location, if you try to remove it, needles in the lining will push in to the skin and release a paralysing solution. The same thing will happen if you try to leave, or at the push of a button held by one of the trainers, like me, or your new master."The collar sat heavy on her throat and Becca wondered what was actually going to happen to her. Her heartrate picked up slightly with some faint hope as he began untying her.