In the darkness of our room, I heard Lauren ask, “Are you awake Abbey?” “Ya, I am to wired right now to sleep,” I whispered in her direction. ...��There is something I need to tell you Abbey,” Lauren stated with a little fear and apprehension in her voice. Her tone set off alarms. All kinds of things started racing through my mind. She was homesick and leaving school. She was an ax murderess that had killed the real Lauren and was about to kill me! Cautiously, I broke the silence saying, “What is. Bewildered, I stared at her. She stared back, not saying anything. And then her face contorted before bursting into laughter. I still stared."Hi, Mr. Starr."The loveliness before me looked familiar. A former patient? And what was that remark about the car? My jaw dropped."Tara?"She smiled and nodded."Oh my god, come in, come in. What are you doing here? Helen's not here. She went away for the weekend. Oh my god, come in."We went into the living room and I couldn't stop asking her questions. Her dirty blonde hair, normally set up in a bun, was unusually loose, hanging down around her face, and was brushed to a fine sheen.“It doesn’t feel right,” Teran grumbled. “The shoulders are too tight, and the waist is too loose. The sash looks ridiculous bunching all that cloth. Plus, the length of it annoys me at the knees. It’s just above the knee and the constant brush of it against my legs makes me itch.”“I think you look beautiful,” Bena gushed. The younger girl was dressed in a deep. " Admiral Banvork," President McGee ordered, "read the orders."An admiral in the United States Navy read a citation for the Navy Cross, second in naval service only to the Medal of Honor. The citation told of the impossible odds, of how half the Snakefly missiles had killed millions in Mexico City and in Las Vegas, Nevada, and would have killed millions more. The citation praised Gunnery Sergeant Henry James Dalton for thinking outside the box. After the citation was read, President McGee.