"I asked for my phone and my personal things from my clothes and haven't gotten anything yet," I said.She looked at Officer Grant who said, "I passed ...t on."Jen called Major Ashley "I want her personal things out of her clothes and brought here now, as well as her shoes".Five minutes later they were handed to Jen at the door. "I have a travel bag in back seat of the truck and an extra uniform, can you have one of the girls get them for me?" I asked."The streets are still closed, only police are. I never was a part of that, and never wanted to be. I've already met more people that know my real name down there in Tampa, than all of those that know me up here. Everyone was introducing me to the next person as 'This is Feeny, or Dr. Feeny, or just plain Doc. His real name is Salvatore Markus Feeny, but he doesn't care what you call him as long as you remind him when happy hour is.' Now that's the way to be introduced Dad. You're going to love these people. There are a couple of other. The car is in B32. When you return it next Monday put it back in that spot, and fill the tank up or that'll be an extra thirty dollars."You nod as you take her proffered pen and sign on the line. You grab the folder and look up at her, "Thank you Lacey, and you have a fine day."You grab your bags and turn towards the parking lot. Two minutes later you key open the trunk and place your bags into it. You stop again looking around. You smile, realizing how much you missed this place. Well, not the. But i portrayed.This was not a subterfuge. I did not want to scare her off.Lots of psychos out in the world already. And, trust is a hard thing to establish.I broke the eye contact momentarily, to give her space to adjust, adapt and be easy. But before long, caught her eye, catching up on me, decisively.Maybe she was affirmative. Maybe she decided to say a "hi" and return the favour. Maybe she din't even mind chatting. Or maybe she was fine with it, but would get over it, and move on..Hmm..