Tears filled her eyes."We got it," said the doctor.The nurse pushed a different button, and with a small zap, all that had been Ellen Hayden was gone....Do you know your brother's name?" the doctor asked.Her eye widened. "I have a brother?"He turned back to his nurse. "It looks like we got it all. Go through all the questions and make sure. Stay away from the language centers. After that, put the proximity implant in her limbic center."The nurse rolled her eyes. She had done the procedure dozens. His throat tightened and his body shivered from inside. “Okay, I promise.” It was what he always said when anyone told him the same thing. What he said to get everyone off his back. His mother. Friends. Teachers who’d run out of things to teach him years ago. “Bullshitter,” she muttered. She let him go and shrugged the strap of the overstuffed bag she was carrying onto her shoulder, then turned to keep going. “No, really,” he said, falling back in step beside her. “Definitely. I mean, if you. “So, you’re Jahn Halvers. Jenny’s… boyfriend.” Jahn wasn’t sure he liked how that was added on at the end like an afterthought, but braved forth anyway. “Yes sir. You prefer the first name or the last?” “Sir works just fine, kid.” Jahn was only a few years shy of thirty, but didn’t think it wise to point out the distinction to the now flat and expressionless face before him. “Yes sir.” “So tell me about yourself. Tell me what you do, and why you think you’re good enough for my little girl.". .. well, y’know.”“Anne, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”She shook her head, as if trying to get a cobweb out of her hair, or a voice out of her ear.“I was wondering if I could watch you ... y’know. If I could watch you.”“Watch me what?”She sighed, exasperated. I sort of knew what she was talking about, but didn’t want to say it in case I was wrong.“Watch you ... y’know. /Masturbate/.”“Anne!” I was genuinely shocked. I’d never heard her use such language. I don’t even know if she’d ever.