"No pwease," wailed the sobbing child, he was using the shirt to wipeaway the tears as the shirt fell from his shoulders, he held onto it asif it were...his last string to adulthood.He was stunned, from his new vantage point he looked across his room,pretty pink butterfly's appeared on the walls and the borders weremeeting in the middle.He noticed soft toys had appeared in every nook and cranny and the word"Briany" was written above the crib embossed on the image of a smallchild play blocks.His. In the middle of the interview, two of the auditor's stood up and grasped hold of my colleague, forcing him on the chair, whilst the third one started shouting and hitting him. I reached for the phone to call the security. However, soon the bustle ended, with one of the auditors emitting a flash in front of my colleagues eyes. The victim soon calmed down. A second flash appeared, through what I sensed as being a long device similar to a ball-point pen. The co-worker then stood up, and greeted. ”“What’s that?”“Don’t fuck with a Druid,” replied Ed, “and the General is well aware of that one.”It sounded like the kind of thing that a military unit would adopt as a motto and the Captain, despite his sour mood, couldn’t help but chuckle. He had heard a little bit about Druids over the past six years and knew that they had the ears of important people, but he didn’t know just how cocky they were. Although he felt miserable, he couldn’t help but admire that kind of attitude.Ed called out,. .. " Thanks a lot," Suzi snorted."That's not what I meant, and you know it. It looks like people have a lot of space for memories and stuff than just never gets used. Or maybe it just can't. I don't know. Oh wait. Okay. It looks like there are a lot of memories that if they aren't used soon after being made, they just get overwritten. It looks like they brain stores them all over the place, and has lots of spaces in between that just never get used because so many of the ones that are used are.