The three boys said a tearful goodbye to their parents. For Jon and Corey, it was their first time being away from home for more than a week or so wit...out their parents. I gave my parents a quick hug and kiss and told them that I would take care of Scott, and show him the ropes. I knew I was going to take care of him, I just wasn't sure how much. Before we knew it, the five of us were in the cabin alone. Kevin and I helped them unpack. Kevin knew that I was really close to Scott, so he didn't. After a short pause, she pulled back from my face, waved a finger in front of my eyes like a first grade teacher, admonishing me sternly, "Your mother's right. How dare you kill two men. Next time anyone is about to murder you, I want you to sit there and let them. And don't worry if they're also going to murder my father or anyone else in our families. After all, we wouldn't want to upset your mother's delicate sensibilities. It'd be much better if you let them murder as many people as they. ” She wriggled against me. “Davey, jealous is okay. I’d be jealous too if the shoe was on the other foot, I’m sure; if you were in intimate poses like this, with sexy women touching you. But it’s a photo shoot; they’re not engaging in foreplay leading up to sex, and we won’t be either. All we’d be doing is moving from one pose to the next, and then the next, with a photographer giving us direction and probably an assistant or two in the room handling lights and other equipment. It couldn’t be. You're safe now. You're in the FBI building in New York. UniCORP has been caught. They won't ever do what they did to you again."There was a pause. I noticed her breathing slowed to a more normal pace.Slowly she said. "I know that voice."She spoke with a British accent that I didn't notice in the warehouse. It sounded upper class, as if she was someone out of those old movies about Victorian age England.Her eyes opened fully, and she looked at me.They were sparkling green. Like a field of grass.