My mother would not have it in our house, because of the way the British treated the Scots. We talked about many other things from my time. They seeme... to be very enlightened. They explained that history was very politically slanted, and that many things were left out or twisted in the history books. They photographed me and showed me the pictures on a device called a computer.I asked for and was granted the opportunity to sight see. We went and rode in a device called an automobile or car. It. There were still some papers to be filled out and signed. During that time, Marcie and the nurse got into it about the abuse. Not arguing; just discussing.It seems like there's an endless cycle of abuse. Marcie talked freely, since she and the nurses were convinced there was nothing that could be done for her. They were just venting.There was no place for her to go, she said. Her parents and a brother had been killed in a traffic accident when she was 18. She had lived with her only remaining. I was alone. The music we had brought was playing softly in the background, or else with the blindfold on I probably would be going half out of my mind. At least I had something outside of my mind to cling to. I sat there in the silence and darkness, relaxing as best I could to the sounds of the music. More songs then I expected passed before I heard the door open. My heart jumped into my throat as my mind quickly played out the scenario of housekeeping coming into the hotel room, finding a. After a little while Lisbeth nudged Richard on the shoulder to get his attention. 'What about Loki?' she asked with concern. 'Shit... I forgot about Loki,' he berated himself. He held his left arm out and cast the spell to contact his dragon. Loki was snoozing in some cave while wind howled outside and Richard hated to wake the big guy up, but it would be better if he had Loki near him in the capital. So he called out to him and visualized the palace in his mind, hoping Loki could find it..