“I don't know anything beyond that.”Angelica mulled over his response. “You can't hurt me,” she began.“Oh – no, I would never...” he jum...ed in.“You misunderstand. You simply cannot hurt me. You wouldn't be able to. You probably wouldn't even want to try, let alone attempt to act on the desire,” she informed him. “The sanctuary held here is for me, as well as for you and anyone else who finds their way here. It doesn't matter what side you or they are on. Violent actions simply cannot be. "What - what happened to me?" Abe, who was suddenly crying, terrified by the sound of her cute new soprano voice.The door to the shop opened. It was the girl. "It's very simple, Abbie. The magic in the figurine transferred most of your masculinity to Mike. What was left was the femininity that every male has."No, please change me back." Abe - Abbie felt fear. Was she trapped like this - in this horrible form forever?Mike wasn't sure why, but he suddenly put his arm around Abbie. "Don't be. Mr. Portnoy wasted little time, and the monies were invested in the Funds and are drawing interest until your return to England.”Muir smiled openly. “Can you tell me how much, Sir?”“The wardroom will share in £11,800,” Thomas answered.Muir whistled. “That’s a small fortune, Sir. It has been a rewarding and educating experience to serve under your command.”Thomas smiled. “Well, Dido is yours now, Captain. Again, my felicitations. Perhaps we can have one more dinner? I should hate to leave my. “Fuck,” you breathe as you turn and run further down the road. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant suburb. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam.