.”“No! You’re obviously used to it, and I want to fit in with you. It’s not really all that different from having conversations across the sta...ls in bathrooms at school. You can certainly hear ... what’s going on in the other stall, but you couldn’t see. Of course, you can’t see now, either. You girls ... You’re crazy.”With that, we could hear that she had forced herself to relax enough to let go, as she asked, “You go to the bathroom together and have conversations. Yes?” When we both nodded,. I waited. I was about to go into a MRI machine, and its soft hum calmedme enough to help me gather at least some of my wits. I had been feelingfragile and emotional for a while, making it hard to think, but I wasable to use a grounding technique I had learned last year.I tried to organize my thoughts. I remembered being in an accident, andthen having a strange dream that I was dying, and somehow my spirit leftmy body, and went to the next room where they were working on a dyinggirl. I watched. " Oh really? Haven't seen one of those in a while," Claire said. "Okay, I'll meet you there." Of course real werewolves bear little resemblance to the popular Hollywoodized version of the lore (and vampire lore was even more inaccurate). The cryptid shape-shifting gene had somehow attached itself to a retrovirus, and then it managed to pick up a large portion of the genome of a predatory animal. The wolf, naturally, but in other areas of the world the process had duplicated itself with a few. What in the hell was going on? No one would tell us anything as they made us get out of the SUV. There was a small jet waiting on the tarmac. Caleb and I were walked over to it and forced to get on board."You don't give us any trouble and no one gets hurt. Got it? Either one of you pulls anything and we'll put you in cages. It's your choice."I sat in the first seat I came to and buckled in. Caleb sat next to me and held my hand."Sir, I'm going to need your cell phone." Caleb silently handed it.