I thought you would go sleep off your buzz.” “Don’t you want to be around me anymore?” “That’s not it, Shania.” I was uneasy about sayin... her name now. “Just let me change my trousers. I’ll be right out.” “No,” she said stubbornly. “Excuse me?” “I’m staying right here. You’ve got underwear on, don’t you? Just change your pants. I need to be near you.” “You’re pushing the limits, my dear.” “Please,” she said softly. “Let me stay.” I waved my hand and dropped my trousers to the floor. I kicked. I ran over to her, and felt for a pulse. I couldn'thelp myself. Instead of running, I went to her, and started CPR. Ididn't want a kid's blood on my head.Then I heard a shout behind me. I stood up and turned around when a voicesaid, "Get the hell away from my daughter," and I was blasted against thewall by some kind of force. As I lapsed into unconciousness, I saw thatit was the Mom. What the hell had she done to me?When I woke up, it felt like days later. I found that I was in a. I thought I looked very smartin my black dress, half white apron, black tights and black 2in courtshoes, I kept my long hair - thanks to the hair extensions during mymakeover - back in a high ponytail and I added a white hair band. Icertainly looked the part, a 'pretty and efficient maid', as Lindamentioned to me this morning. I wasn't so certain about the 'pretty' butI did look 'efficient'.I was unusually nervous waiting for Linda to be back from work. She hadseen me many times before in a. She listened... ... and the sound began to come clearer.Warmth????Where did this beautiful warm air come from? “Oh, I’m warm. Finally I’m warm!” she said to no one. “God! I am warm! I feel it, God! I do!I’m WARM.”Corrine noticed that even her tears felt warm... “What tears?” ... and then she heard it more clearly.That sound... ... the one she sought and couldn’t quite identify.It was laughter. She heard her own voice joining the laughter with indescribable joy. The warmth that suffused her.