Early every morning though his father sent him out with a crossbow to patrol part of the woods before he was allowed to eat breakfast."I'm not asking ...ou to hunt for your meals yet, but the practice of getting up and making sure that no one has found our place is a good way to learn about the forest," was his father's answer to his question of why he had to go out before he ate.He was once again checking the stream that so far as he knew was called Dog Creek, on his morning walk (he refused to. How did he get this power of her, she wondered. Now she was getting scared. Could he make her do anything?"Show Alesandro your poses from yesterday."Stefanie knew her poses well from her photo shoot in the wood last night. She had planned the shots meticulously and could have copied all of them for anyone who asked. In this situation, she strained to restrain herself from showing them but her mind and body obeyed the artist's desire and she struck the poses for him, holding each for several. She caught Rita’s eyes on her, and she giggled.“What is it?” Rita grinned at Maria’s reaction.“Roger. Well, Roger and Yamina.”“What about them?” Hollis looked blankly at Maria.“Men.” Maria ignored her husband and giggled again, and then she sat up fully, mindful of her cast. “Yamina’s husband was on Shuttle Four when it blew up, and Roger’s wife died right after we entered orbit. She had been in a coma since we transited the wormhole.”“That’s a little soon, isn’t it?” Rita said sharply.“No,. ” “It’s three in the morning!” I said, “and I’ve been dancing in these shoes for hours.” Ben looked down as I wagged the front of my left high-heeled shoe. Ben pressed something into the doorman’s hand and said “The Metamorphis please”. The doorman whistled for a cab. It was a short cab ride to the hotel. Ben was quiet and gentlemanly. “You must be dying from the traveling and first day excitement,” was all that he said. “Uh huummmm,” was the only thing he got out of me as I laid my head.