I found a soft blanket for Bobby's crib and several boyish stickers perfect for a little boy's room.That's when I saw her. At first I didn't completel... recognize her. She looked different than the last time I had seen her, three years earlier. Her physical appearance wasn't much different, she had the same long auburn hair, slim figure and blue eyes. Her face was different though. She looked happier and she carried herself differently; as though weight had been lifted from her shoulders.I. Now it made a lot more sense, she was scared."Why else would they come?" Jessica asked, sullenly."Maybe for the same reason I would, if I were them," her mother said to Jessica. She then turned to look at me and asked, "Would they want you to come live with them?" Oh, I'm sure of it," I said, and heard Jessica sniffle. I went right on. "That doesn't mean that they really want me to go live with them, or that I would go."Jessica looked up at me. She was blinking her eyes and it didn't take a. Freedom from making decisions, freedom from having to work. The freedom that only came with complete servitude.For three days and three nights, Alexis dreamt. The small voices that tried to fight against her programming were easy to ignore. Even when their words had the ring of truth to them, Alexis knew that it was just her mind trying to trick her. The life that she’d had before, that had come from the tricks, and Alexis had no intention of returning to it.On the fourth day she awoke, feeling. Still dazed he waited with his head bent for the line to move forward. At last it was his turn to be cuffed to the man who had stood in line in front of him. "Come on, get your asses in gear," the raspy voice commanded.The guard herded them down a long corridor, through the steel security door and into a courtroom. This was all a dream; it had to be. Mark sat in the end chair, numb and silent. When they were released from their cuffs, the chains dropped to the floor with a noisy clatter. There.