He motions for me with his finger. I approach his desk."What's up?" I ask. Mr. Desai sits down, sighing. He opens a desk drawer and flips through a ro... of files, finally pulling out a test with my name on it. Next to it is a huge "F" written in bright red ink. I stare at the test blankly."You have just failed this latest test. 20% is pathetic.," Mr. Desai says. "And you're constantly late for class." I say nothing. He looks up at me and raises his eyebrows."I know. I just get distracted. "But we have to do something!"Miri agreed with Sofie but was at a loss as to what that something was. She was at least glad that Tory wasn't going to try and confront Chirurgen. Pavel was right, that was suicide."Well, I'm open to suggestions," her brother muttered in frustration, running his hands through his hair. "At this point, we have nothing. Tomorrow she'll be heading back to that rat's holding and be completely out of our reach." Can't we just sneak her out of the castle," Miri asked,. .. besides, I’m too old for you.”“RUSTY! Will you please stop saying that, and let me decide for myself?”“That’s just it, Amanda! You’re suffering from amnesia – and until you know for sure who your are, who’s waiting for you and what you left behind, it’s up to me to keep either of us from being hurt – if I possibly can.”“Will you answer one last question for me, if I promise not to bring this up again?”“Yes, I’ll always answer your questions the best way I honestly can.”“Knowing what you do. I hurried to answer it.“Father, Bless!” I said, holding out my upturned hands to a cassock-clad Father Basil.“Bless you, Stephen,” he said, making the sign of the cross over my upturned hands.I kissed the back of his hand and ushered him into the house and towards the back yard.“We’re just about the start. I’m pleased you came, but a bit surprised.”“I came for the Zhukovs, as well as to have a chance to meet the rest of your family.”“Just remember, Jesse’s moms don’t have much use for.