If you could leave me a number I could call you back at, I’ll do so in awhile if you don’t mind. I really want to talk to you.’ ‘Sure Mrs. Rod...iguez, please, I am sorry to have interrupted your dinner. Anyway, I do have Cindy’s address, so you need not bother about it, but thanks anyway. I’ll wait for your call.’ Donald gave his number and she wrote it down, not knowing if she would indeed call him back till she figured out a way through all this. She could not figure it out. She did not call. I had all but ignored my son for almost an hour now. And, at that time of the evening, with food within reach, a mess was sure to ensue. And it did. He had gotten mustard and ketchup all over everything from his hair all the way down to the feet of two of the table's legs.I hastily got all things spillable out of reach, and got a wet dish towel to deal with the rest. Steven fought my attempts to clean his person, but he sat and finished the last of his potato chips as I got down on my knees to. Before reaching the end, there was a wooden door on each side of the tunnel, one like you might see in the movies in medieval dungeons. The sobbing was coming from behind the door on my right. When I got closer, I could hear a second female voice whispering consolingly, but couldn’t make out anything they were saying.“Do you need help?” I whispered as I stood next to the barred opening in the wooden door. I had chanced a peek around the corner of the tunnel, as well as into the other door first. “Far as I know, yeah.” I thought for a moment. “I still feel like myself, but I also feel these things too. It’s like a charge of electricity moving through my veins. Whatever it is, it’s part of me now, but it’s getting to where I can’t remember ever not feeling like this.” I met her gaze. More talking to myself I said, “I’m human, but…more then human. If that makes any sense.” “Not really,” she grinned. “But that’s alright. The sex alone is more then enough to make up for any of your little.