.. I’m not sure. I saw them this morning and then they sort of disappeared ... and ... and ... like Keith I would like to know what this is all abou... before ... before ... before nothin’ ... that’s all. I want to know what this is all about!”David Greene jumped in at that point and said, “Look, Gemma, you are not in any sort of trouble, and like your mum here I can also tell that you are holding back on something. These police officers are just making inquiries about these guys for some reason. Her hormones were rushing through her veins. "I wouldn't know how" she said, without thinking too much. She was just responding to the most recent stimulus now, not thinking about the future."I could help you with that Marci" her uncle said soothingly. "Let me help you shave your sweet teen muff." I don't know" moaned Marci. One tiny part of her brain was still working.But her Uncle reached out and grabbed her hand. His hand was hot... strong... smooth. He led her out of the bedroom and down to. My voice was joined by hers.We cruised the dark back roads, headlights lancing out, lighting the curves and potential dangers. Wind rushed, the radio blared. We didn't talk much. There was too much noise and too much to concentrate on. We flowed through the warm darkness, a small dot of light in the dark void of the night. Finally, at quarter of eleven, an hour and a half later, we idled quietly into mom's driveway, the lakers mumbling softly. Drifting to a stop, lights off, I turned the key. .. then I hope you have no delays. We'll be waiting... he does? Then put him on... yes, they told you the truth. In a coma and the hospital is only doing what's needed to keep him alive... no need to shout. Do you think that I let a bunch of high school kids fly Jacobs's project into a war zone for the fun of it? We told them about your and the rest of his family being in the Middle East, but they insisted on a signature of a family member... ok, I can't wait." Did the call go well?" Not.