The second week of our classes, guess who rolled into my class: Tony Giordano. He was all tanned up, ready to start his classes. I guess the gossip ab...ut him going to Italy was true. When he saw me, he tried to stare me out, but I just ignored him and carried on with what I was doing.The first term until Christmas went very quickly. I had to study more now. The professors here explained the basics to students. With Emma, we kept on arguing about guys wanting to get into her pants. I guess I was. Thankfully, that didn't last. One day I distinctly heard Rebecca giving orders to someone. With every bit of my strength I tried to speak to her, but absolutely nothing happened. The attempt left me sweating, panting, and exhausted.But ... at least it was progress.The next thing I was aware of was being rolled and washed. The rolling thing was fine, unless you count the excruciating head pain it caused. My screams were all internal. I still wasn't making sounds. That little side trip into agony. Where before it has seemed like someone had been tending it carefully, now it seemed as if it had been left on its own. Soon, it became overgrown, sometimes shutting out the sunlight and casting Alice in cool shadows, making her wish that she had a scarf or perhaps a cape to keep her warm. Even a pair of knickers would have been welcome.As she made her way around a tangle of thorns, careful not to let them prick her exposed flesh, she heard what sounded like a violin being played, somewhat. Umm..be careful."David eyes widen mischievously, and say. "Let me get this right. I can give them any unethical choices, and they have to pick one. If they don't within five minutes, they do them all? Once it's over, it's my turn to make a choice to have them be aware or not?"Nova smile with glee, and reply. "Yep, that's about it. So, do you want the gift?"David knows if something is too good to be true, its probably is.David briefly pause, then asks. "Hmmm...out of five billion people on.