"But not in this body."Lucy thought for a moment, then seeing her remote in Darlene's hand inquired, "If you are my owner now, may I have my motion re...tored?" In a moment," Darlene promised, side-stepping the ownership question completely. That would have to come up soon enough as it was. "First, though, have all your extended diagnostics passed?"Lucy's virtually motionless face somehow conveyed a frown as she concentrated before replying. "Everything, except for my internal clock. It seems to. I rested and ate lunch, while Harold was going over his notes for this afternoon's witnesses.I could see that Mr. Anderson was not in the best of moods when we came back after lunch, but I didn't aggravate him.The DA called their State forensic expert, Homer Simpson. He stated that after careful examination, it was found that all of the previously suspect e-mails concerning the revenge of Mr. Harrison against Mrs. Harrison and Mr. Johnson were to be found to have been entered into the computer. It was in our back garden. The small brick building by our back fence, which I had always assumed to be a fancy shed, turned out to be the entrance to a stairway. Grandpa had built a crypt under the end of our garden. So that was where the priest said the words of commendation. Grandpa’s final resting place would forever be beneath where we played footy in the summer. Creepy.Later that night when I saw the short segment on the local news, the funeral was described as a gathering of ‘the great. She is a bit sagging there now, but still relatively firm like Matt remembers. “Robyn, could I, well, could I unbutton your top? I would so like to gaze on your breasts once again,” Matt asks her.Robyn hesitates for a second, not wanting to show the changes in her body over the last sixty years, but then in a teasing manner, reply, “Only if I can open yours. And perhaps your pants too.”Matt laughs with her and tells Robyn she can open anything she likes right now. He could feel himself.