” After Alan left, Jane fell back on the bed and seemed to be asleep in seconds. I stopped the recording and carried on pottering about until late ...n the evening. When I got to our bedroom, Jane was fast asleep and I am sure she still had a smile on her face. By the following morning, everything seemed normal with Jane as she went off to the office. I knew there was going to be some talking done there. I had a quiet morning until Sara called to say she was bringing me lunch, that news did. I touched the piece of hair hanging in front of her face. She looked at me with plain curiosity, complete patience. “You had a piece of hair in your face,” I said. “Yes,” she whispered. I sat next to her, with my hand placed between us. “That was bothering me. Usually your hair looks so—perfect.” She nodded. “It goes well with your face. Because it’s perfect, you know?” She lowered the book, let it fall somewhere to the floor, then turned to look straight at me. Under the intensity of that. The man-in-the-machine killed off Darren to get me out of that world. I don’t want to get back into it again.When leaving North Korea and flying into China, I kept my speed down to Mach 2.5 to keep from freaking out their military, or that of the Russians and Mongolians.I used the link to April to sense where the people kidnapped her were going. My implant tied into the plane’s information screen to show me their erratic flight path. They were flying in known flight lanes for commercial. I had planned on a nice day playing with my friends but my mum had madeother plans unbeknown to me. So now I find myself sitting in the salonchair awaiting all the beauty treatments on the menu as could be soplainly seen from the board hanging on the wall. How many treatmentswere there to give? It would seem lots as I found myself compulsivelyglancing at that internally long list. Heck it seemed longer than aMcDonalds's food menu."Stop fidgeting if you don't want your hair pulled out at the.