It’s depression depression. The kind you hear about? Most of the time it’s no big deal, but last week… hit me like a ton of bricks.”Lara scowl...d at him in silence, then said, “Well, nice try, but I get depression too. Anxiety and depression are best buds, you know? Feels like being underwater wearing a concrete coat. But I can still work my thumbs.”“Yeah? I could barely get out of bed. Couldn’t leave my place. Sure couldn’t talk to anyone. And knowing I’d wrecked my chances with you made it. And they are probably filming the spectacle. Now I do not think that they will go to the measures they have gone to just to rape a few women. These women are drugged, hypnotised and degraded for a purpose. There has to be more to it than our original perception." Shit! What has Beth got herself into?" You may well ask. But I will emphasise the point. Whatever she has got herself into, she is not there of her own freewill, nor is she participating in any acts voluntarily. I am certain that she. “You could do that without me being there,” I told her.“Nope,” she said. “I don’t have any money for pizza. I won’t get paid until Friday. I could come over to your room and you could order pizza.”I laughed again, “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”Her voice took on a more serious and sober tone, “Not hardly. If I had an answer for everything, I wouldn’t want to talk with you so badly.”“That brings us back to the matter of what you want to talk to me about,” I chuckled.“Your. I just wanted you to know where she was so you don't panic when you get home." Thanks, Dottie. I wouldn't normally panic because Karen wasn't home, though. I appreciate you calling me. I'll stop at the house to get my car and I'll be over to the hospital." You will see Carson's car in your driveway. It is all smashed up and the tires are flattened, but I think you can get around it," Dottie revealed."Okay. That sounds bad," I told her. "If I have to, I'll just drive Karen's car." Her car isn't.