The nimbus was there, broken up among the crowd. I watched the broken light while focusing on my hand and thinking of extending the spyglass by adding...my ring finger. The light grew brighter. I added my pinky and the light became brighter again. The color, however, didn’t become more distinct. If anything, I would guess that there were multiple colors involved.“Excuse me,” said a female voice behind me.I dropped my hand and turned to look. A woman stood there with her arms crossed and a severe. "Where have they all come from?" she asked."I think word is getting around the States about our web site. I've had to add another e-mail link to try and stop messages from survivors being swamped by other stuff. Here's the best bit though," he said, as he clicked on the message from the US President.Laura read the words and took in the logo at the bottom, which depicted the President's seal of office."Why, the patronising arsehole," she exclaimed, "that's exactly what I was getting at earlier.. "OK, we're almost done here" said Jane. "Why don't you go and grab us each a glass of wine, while I finish up the final wiring? Then when you come back I can run through the operation of it with you."By the time Sarah returned with the wine Jane had everything finished and her tools packed away. The box now had wooden sides that ran from the floor to the wooden panels either side of his neck, meaning that all that could be seen of John was his upturned head, sandwiched between the plastic basin. So after a couple phone calls and Dee packing a bunch of her clothes and other things they both left in the car for the 2-hour drive. She had an unmarked police escort for the entire trip up and back to make sure there were no problems.In the meantime there was a massive search going on for Tara's soon-to-be-ex-husband. The noises they had heard just prior to the phone going dead was an officer confronting and making an arrest attempt, but the officer wasn't prepared. He was nearly killed by.