"I'm EMC-Positive, Sarah," I whispered. Her hand pulled away; my nails dug into the box."The Institute started testing everyone at puberty over ten ye...rs ago, Michael," she insisted."An exception is allowed if the biological parents and the child refuse the test," I informed her."Who would do that?" she asked horrified. I turned to stare at her."But even your parents have to be reasonable about some things, Michael!" No, Sarah, they don't," I sighed. "They thought that the Institute was just. Moriarty took hold of the scene from the vantage of his CCTV. It was like a massive orgy scene from the very depths of hell. Rachel's supple form was now buried beneath 4 of his devilish creations who were in a feeding frenzy. Only her head was visible as she turned it from side to side under silent protest.He checked to ensure that the entire scene was recorded on tape. That was the deal he had with Madame Tussard. And he had to admit it really worked out very well. Except that he could not. "Baby, you look f-ing volcanic." She smiled and slided her hand through her hair. "Thank you honey". I got up and told her: "I need to get ready". She sat down: "Ok, I'll wait for you". I got out and looked for some nice clothes real quick, put on deoderant and gelled my hair slightly. I went back into my room. "You don't visit my room often" I told her. "Well yeah, but these going to be remembered as our most special meetings" She said getting up and walking by next to me. "Let's go" She said. I decided to take my application back by Mangini’s, then go by the campus and try again to meet with someone to see about changing some subjects on my elective list. I showered and dressed in some faded jeans which were my favorite pair - a white tee shirt, and of course my boots and hat.Mangini wasn’t there and I had to leave the application with the hostess. She told me she remembered me and promised she would see to it that Mangini got my application.She wished me luck and told me she really.