"What is your name, anyway?" I asked."Call me Jasmine," he said.I blinked, and pulled a face. Schizophrenics don't generally know when tobe polite."Pl...ase," the boy begged, "call me Jasmine. It's who I wanted to be."I considered this, carefully. Was he having a laugh at my expense? If so,I couldn't see it."Okay, Jasmine," I said at last. "You realise that this policeman's goingto think I'm a fucking nutcase, talking to an imaginary friend." You are a fucking nutcase, Ellen. You told me so. But. "Compliance," Cici replied as the plans appeared before Charles.Pouring over the plans, Charles reformed the design working at an almost breakneck speed. 2 hours later Charles was testing the concepts as hard and fast as he could, Dammit! He needed to start updating his device plans as soon as possible, had he done that earlier they wouldn't be having this trouble right now."So far all tests confirm the device is working as you intended, all results show only a 3 hour window, no adverse effects. Speak of the devil, she's here, her and Anna looking gorgeous as usual."What are you doing here?" I ask."Thanksgiving," says Anna with a big grin."Come entertain us," says Sonja with a leering wink. "If that's okay, Molly." Only if I can add my voice to our story, Joseph." You're the boss," I say.Hi, I'm Molly. Molly O'Gara. I kept my name and my husband doesn't mind. He understands the history of it, the whole Plush Buddies thing and hasn't a fragile male ego like a lot of men. He's more. Whitford has been found. God only knows where she must have been all this time! We'll be out to your place soon to meet with her. Very well thanks for coming in and letting us know." And he looked over at his young officer with raised eyebrows."Very well, if that's all now, I will head back to the house. When I left, she was sleeping peacefully. I hope you find these boys she spoke of. Good day." and he left. He walked out the door and mounted his horse and rode back to the estate."I hope this.