“How exactly do you process someone?” Margaret asked.“Well, you never really asked before, and you seemed uninterested,” David responded “Bu... if you want to know I can take you to the plant and show you.”“I would like that. I was always curious, but did not want to know too much in case my number came up,” Margaret replied. “You know that sometimes too much information is Too Much Information.”“I can see how you would feel that way,” David replied. “Get dressed in something easy to come off and. I clicked off my cell phone, but it went off again. That was strange, and I thought maybe it malfunctioned. There wasn't anything nearby. I shrugged it off – it was a prototype after all, and maybe it burped when it should have farted.On my way home, it vibrated again, and again I ascribed it to a malfunction. But then it vibrated when my car-mounted GPS went off. Then it stopped. And started again. I turned off my GPS and that didn't matter. Then it stopped again. I'd mention it to Walt. “I can play again.”Putting the guitar back in its usual place, I stood up and wrapped Anna in a warm hug, enjoying the feeling of having her in my arms again. She snuggled in even closer and squeezing my waist as hard as she could, she turned her face up towards me and reached for a kiss.What started as a sweet gentle expression of love soon turned into something much more amorous and Anna suddenly pulled her face back from mine, moved her hands to my chest, and pushed us apart.“As much as I. “We know she’s here,” said a woman’s voice.Dad stepped out and shut the door behind him. I grabbed the phone and called 9-1-1. The dispatcher asked me what the emergency was and I told them that two people, who had a restraining order against them to keep them away from my girlfriend, were at my house demanding to see her. I told them that my father was holding them off, but that we weren’t sure what they’d do.The dispatcher said she’d send a patrolman right away, and I heard her radio a.