”Don picked up the phone and said:“Hi, it’s Don. I need the number to Dr. Paul, right away.”“No, no, Don, I don’t need a psychiatrist.”�...�Like hell you don’t. You’ve been avoiding treatment for years.”“Put down the phone, Don. I don’t need a psychiatrist.”He looked straight into his eyes when he said this. Don put down thephone and said:“Okay, so you don’t need a psychiatrist. What is it that you do need?”“I need you to publish Claude Carolina’s work in place of my own.”“Claude Carolina? What are. Miahally answered, Ray added. the last one said. Ray thought to Miahally, Ray nodded as he began to push harder, changing his vibrations and energy he was finally through but the effort was exhausting, Ray managed to change the thinking of the military head to Ray being it's best friend and being ignored by others was normal. Barely just barely Ray managed to withdraw, looking at Miahally, Ray nodded yes, then wondered why he was looking at the sky just before the world went black. Miahally. Getting through immigration was a breeze. Retrieving his suitcase was another matter. It was one of the last to appear on the carousel. Sighing inwardly, he picked it up and went through the 'Nothing to Declare' exit. Josie and Pat were waiting for him outside customs with big smiles on their faces. He heaved a sigh of relief. Nothing was wrong with Ellen.Josie flew into his arms as soon as he cleared the barrier. They kissed for a minute or two whilst Pat was watching them with an embarrassed. "Jack surprised me when he said, "Yeah, I heard we're having our asses handed to us by a Syrian sniper by the name of MustafaColonel Maggie answered, "Yeah, he's damn good and is taking down too many of our men. But we have others hunting for him. We have a special mission for the two of you."She turned and ordered, "Corporal, take the Sgts. to their rooms, make sure they get cleaned up, fed and then bring them to C&C1."1 C&C – Command and Communication.The Corporal lead the way, I looked at.