“ .. Maine dress ka kapda nipple se oopar pakad kar hole kardi. Thodi badi ho gayi… Jiju bole koi baat nahin, utni hi badi hole nipple ke level se...neeche karne ko bola. Phir nipple ke left aur right mein bhi. Aur har hole ke baad ek picture liya camera se. Phir aise hi right breast ke oopar nipple ke oopar neeche left aur right mein hole kiye. Abhi agar dress ko dekho to meri bas nipple chuppi hue hai dono brast pe, aur uske charo taraf ithne bade holes hain ki meri breast almost poori hi dikh. Pin after pin are put in across the back of my head. Dana then tells me that I'm to have an 'updo'. Not just a regular one, but one that will last for a week. Each strand that she pins she sprays liberally with hair setting lotion. Then she starts to curl and tease, and pull out strands of hair in this bouffant bubble top. I'm given bangs; little tiny tendrils are curled on the sides. I have this little prom queen's updo with these curls on top like a cloud across the back of my head, and all. Sometimes I’ll need to take action and other times I will leave it to others. Last night was a situation where I couldn’t just sit back. You can be angry all you want, but if I had done what you, my mom and everyone else wanted, then a bunch of people would have died.]There was an awkward silence before Abi told me to take the Beacon out of my inventory.[What for?] I asked.[Just do it!]I did as she asked and it disappeared. A moment later, it reappeared with some minor differences. There were. Of childhood, before he entered real life. Before life began rejecting him. Women in the kitchen, talking. Men in the den, doing the same. A game on the TV. Tom sitting on the floor, eyes going between the glowing screen and the faces that dominated his life.They could recreate that.Not TV, no. While putting some sort of hydro or wind power here was possible, that wasn't on the agenda. He could be a Grandpa, though. Tom would live long. He knew that, somehow. The Lady would see to it. He would.