Someone from the tech support staff had already moved my computer and fax into the office and it took me only a minute or so to check and confirm that...all my data had survived the journey.At 10:30, I heard a soft tap at my office door and I looked up to see the knob twisting and someone coming in. The girl who walked in was about five feet six or so and looked to be about my age, mid twenties. She had dark brown hair, dark complexion and was a little on the heavy side. Not fat, but perhaps as. The shaman paused, breathed slowly in and out, in and out.He lunged with a heavy grunt, thrusting the knife in and then jerking up. White-hot pain surged through Kelly’s body, driving the breath from her lungs. Her mind, feverishly seeking the source of the pain, forced her eyes downward. Blood ran freely from the deep slit in her crotch and belly, the knife in her bellybutton standing out like a boulder in a stream.The elderly shaman was secretly embarrassed by the unclean cut. The blade. A lone figure limps along the mountainside, falling to his knees. Wounded badly and losing blood, he knows that if he doesn't find help soon, he will die. However, he cannot return from the way he came, as a fierce battle wages, and he will be killed if he does. So, continuing as the prospect of dieing seems less and less alien to him, he looks up to see a small lake. Making his way to it, he drinks from it. After the ripples in the water subside, he glances at his reflection. Surprisingly, his. “So, it stopped when I wrapped the instrument around your chest?” he asked.“That’s right,” she said.“Don’t you think that’s a bit odd?” Gath said, his eyebrows raised just a tad.She looked up at the ceiling for a moment, as if pondering the chances. “I suppose,” she finally allowed with a shrug of her shoulders.“You suppose?” he said.She shrugged again. “What do you want from me, Gath?” she asked. “You’re the medic. I came to you for help.”“Yes,” he said with a sigh. “You did. And you came to.