Slowly drifted off to sleep.The loud scream in the forest made him come to a halt. Chris scanned the area in which the noise sounded. Coming off the r...ad, he commenced walking into the woods. Being alert at all times, for any dangers. Coming to a derelict hut, he decided to investigate to see if there was anyone inside. Slowly walking inside, he looked around. It was empty, except for an old bed in the corner.“I should have brought that stupid girl with me. Maybe she needed a bed to fuck.” he. ‘But just to answer your question,’ she continued, ‘you might lack sufficient dramatic skill to take the part in the play, or you might otherwise not be right for the part. I don’t think that will happen, but I don’t want to go through the bureaucratic rigmarole and use up all mypolitical capital with the headmistress for the wrong boy. I may need it later.’ ‘Okay. But can’t I wait by some other back door that’s has a little more shelter, so I’m not so exposed to the rain?’ ‘There are a few. I turned back and found you on the lounge floor foaming at the mouth. I called an ambulance, and they brought you here."Tristan ran a shaking hand through his short cropped hair. "What about Aesia, Da'ren, and the rest?"The nurse who had walked out of the room when Sarah arrived walked back in at that moment. "Aesia was the sister on duty when you were brought in. Dr. Daren Jones removed your implant."Tristan's shoulders slumped. "It was so real." The doctors think your implant moved and caused. Much to my annoyance, Bob had spread an embellished account of my part in the fracas with the Pruett Gang. In Bob's version, I'd shot Pruett off his horse from a half mile away and dispatched two others in a duel at point blank range. As a result of Bob's fanciful stories about me, I soon had the reputation as an avenging wraith thirsting for the blood of the lawless. I'm sure that such a reputation might have come in handy were there any lawless elements on the loose. That was not the case.