He didn't, though, because he was finally getting some attention and didn't want things to go in reverse. The sooner he could get a leg, the sooner he...could get the fuck away from this place. They were talking about keeping him here six more months!He let weight down on the prosthetic. There was pain, but only of an annoying kind. He couldn't help lifting his right foot off the mat, just to see what that felt like. He leaned and his hip hit the left rail of the parallel bars he was standing. -*- One week later, the four were together in DeGene's mansion sitting aroundand planning. The materials for a new set of Rings were being procured.Hale's laboratories were being moved and updated. Hale's old body had beendestroyed now that the first quarted had been completed and his self no longerneeded the physical shell as an anchor. Everything was going perfectly.Except... Eric noticed it first, and that was a symptom. They were becomingdifferent again. They were all still. The Guilds Armed Guards falling like a wavebefore them.Goths, Howlers and Gambichow's were wreaking havoc. Those not killed inthe fighting were being subdued or throwing down their weapons andrunning.The Supreme Executives of the Pilots Guild now crowded into the controlroom with him and his controlling staff. The cameras from the hallwayoutside showed the group advancing through the hallway toward the door.His eyes grew huge seeing the figure at the head. Her Vershang weaving thedeadly dance. Incidentally – the hospital called her. I have an 'ICE' number ('In Case of Emergency) in my mobile contacts list. It used to be Shirley, of course, but I changed it – eventually – after she left, to Elaine's. She was, after all, my closest relative.Elaine asked me how I felt about 'Barbie'."I'm calling her 'Fiona'," I said. "Her name's Catriona Fiona O'Donnell. I think ... my life would be empty and meaningless without her." Good enough," she said.I need to tell part of this at second-hand..