.. Oh."Joey frowned, then grabbed one of the notebooks he had been pitching around earlier. He started writing things down silently while I corked my ...ottle and put it away out of sight.I laid back down in my bunk while the familiar static electric sensation filled the room from Joey's mind switching into hyperdrive.I guess I fell asleep, for the next thing I knew Joey was handing me the notebook.Mission objectives: 1. Construct a believable reason to have our blood taken again for testing. 2.. " She said as she handed him the photo."I don't understand?" he replied as he took the picture of his mom."Play along, use the picture as a focus, tell your mom what you wanted to say. I know it sounds silly, but it helped me," Nancy said as she crossed her legs.Shrugging his shoulders, he looked at the color 8x10 photograph, and said, "Mom, I love you, but at times I hated you. You treated me like garbage, as if it was my entire fault. All I wanted to do was..." tears suddenly started flowing. Warm hands closed stiffly over my cold toes, warming each foot and kissing the instep before lowering it to the floor. I felt rather than heard the soft sigh and whispered ‘I’m sorry’ against my legs when he leaned in to rest his head against my stomach, but he moved to serve my dinner before I could shake off my trance and force myself to react. His spaghetti was delicious as always. Puppy curled around my feet keeping them warm while we talked about our days. These were perhaps the most. So you can thank The White Angel for you all being here." But I have never even met The White Angel." You may not have, but we know that Miss Carter has recently moved in with you and we wondered if maybe she had visited your home?" Amy has not talked to her yet, she is waiting until after her interview tomorrow." Why do I not believe that?" Because you're an asshole. If you knew Amy like I do you would understand why." Do you know why The White Angel visited Amy's office?" She wants to talk to.