What I mashed in the handsome face with was nothingmore than a deformed rod of steel."Heap up the wood. We need to burn the remains!" Must have been A...ai'svoice. But Asai had been a boy, and the voice was much too pretty. Butthen again, I had been alive. Now I was staring at the sky, surroundedby mud as a corpse ready to be buried.A radiant maiden spirit, such as in stories came to warriors foolishenough to die instead of returning to their loved ones, leaned over me.My soul was lifted towards. At the time of this occurence, I was in-between girlfriends, and had just gotten out of the shower after soccer practice~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I plopped down on the couch to watch a little TV, because I was beat from soccer after school. I watched for awhile, then called a few kids on my cell. I took a walk down to the nearby mall, where we met up, and hung out for a few hours. At about 10, I went home and fell asleep exhausted on my bed. The. .” and that was that. As I left the hospital that night to return home to my grandmother I called Brian to let him know of my father’s request. With nervousness in his voice of meeting my father he said ok.The next night, I met Brian at the hospital to where he was to meet my father. With sweaty palms, both I and Brian entered my father’s hospital room hand in hand. After nervous introductions my dad and Brian started joking and I knew it would be ok, as my father accepted this man into my life. "I nodded and turned to Bob, "How long?" Before he breaks her mind? No way to know. It depends on how strong the subject is; on a scale of one to a hundred, a hundred being someone like Jasmine's girl Tanya that you told me about, someone used to living in the extremes; I'd give any trained agent a starting point at somewhere in the eighty to ninety range just on pure stubborn, mental toughness. From there, it just depends on how hard he pushes. For one thing, he's not using the kind of methods.