'I think that theSergeant is dead.''No he is not dead, just moved into little Eve's body, that is his newhome now.' said Erin. She continued, 'The poo... dead soul of Amy is nowat rest in that body.'I listened to this not wanting to believe what I was hearing butknowing that it was the truth. I looked around the room. Erin, Wanda,George, Amy, Tommy, Bobby and the still body that had been me. Eve wasthe only one I couldn't see. I knew that was because I was lookingthrough her eyes. As Eve was now. That may make me a little roundabout.“Am I correct that in hard workouts, people variously ignore pain, or mentally flip the emotional aspect of pain into something else?”“Sure, Dove. It’s complex. Pain, of course, is a specific neurological mechanism. In common use, it’s seen as emotional and negative.” He paused. “Do you like the Rocky movies?”That intrigued me. “Be still, my heart.”“Remember when he chants ‘no pain’?”“Sure.”“That’s one way to prevent pain from being limiting -- deny it.. " Maybe he was the lover she had hoped for?She fell asleep on the couch for a couple of hours or so. When she awoke, she looked at the grandfather clock and it was almost 4 pm! She must've been tired but felt refreshed now. She grabbed her sweater and took little Whiskey for a walk. It was getting dark very early now. It had been a cloudy, gloomy day but it was quite mild. She fed the pets and had a light snack that would hold her over until dinner. She then ran a bath. She poured jasmine. Pete hefted his spear appreciatively, trying its balance. It was made from a slender shaft of hard wood, with a chipped flint head. Amy's was a little lighter, its head a needlesharp fang lashed to a bamboo shaft. Light enough to be thrown, but they were really meant for stabbing at close range. He just hoped that they wouldn't be needed, but in the meantime they made good staffs for walking, and for probing the marshes as they made their way through the mud and shallow water.Following the.