"It'll be soon, though." What can I say?" Frank said. "Good luck to you."Floyd turned to leave. "Have a good day, Mr. Bennett," he called over his sho...lder."Oh—Floyd, there's just one thing," Frank remembered. "You know that FBI agent— Agent Henderson? He's going to be in the office today. As soon as he arrives, would you bring him to my office?"After Floyd left the office Frank took out his notes on the meeting of the prior day in Chicago. He tried to summarize them, but he couldn't keep his. "We were told that you would give us the background."He nodded before starting. "At ten this morning, a thirty-year-old male was admitted after collapsing. By midday he looked like an girl in her late teens." Dr. Jenkins paused, drew a breath and continued. "He, or rather she, is anatomically correct for a girl in her late teens. All the x-rays and blood tests have confirmed it. I have never seen anything like it before, although I have heard of such transformations." Where is the victim?". The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. She took off the top as well and wore the towel gown that she had worn before. She looked into the mirror, brushed her hair to make herself presentable and emerged from the bathroom. Ashok had again fallen asleep thanks to the monotonous tone of the talks on the TV. Letting him sleep, she and Bhavu made their way to the drawing room. As they sat down, she smiled at Bhavu. ‘I have something to show you.’ Bhavu said hesitatingly.‘What is it?’ Anju asked pleasantly. Bhavu handed her a photograph..