It was a great, slow lethargy like that brought on by the lack of sleep. But I was not tired. I rose from the chair and looked down at the book; the w...rds on the page began to move and spin, swimming before my eyes sickeningly so that I had to look away. I grasped the edge of the desk to steady myself then, to my horror, I found that I could hardly move my legs. I struggled with the desk and managed to haul myself away from the book. I tried to turn and then found that my legs were utterly. Between you, Mr. Piotrowski, and the Mendozas I think I'm covered. Trust me; I want to be a safe rider too!"She laughed, "Okay. Okay ... but you know I worry about you."Scott asked her what had been on his mind, "Have you ever been in a big city?" Yes, why do you ask?" she wondered.He told her about Mr. Piotrowski inviting him go to Chicago. That required an explanation about the museum, and how Mr. Piotrowski was involved."Alex Piotrowski has something that's going to be displayed in Chicago. That group contained Rory, who was eight, as well as Luthor Simmons, Emily Simpson and Donny Walker. Luthor was fourteen, but had been kicked by a horse and was a bit addled. Emily was eleven and Donny only seven. Emily had never written a word in her life, and Rory could write his name, so he had been given de facto charge of the group to teach them how to write his name as well, and then try to puzzle out how to write their own. They had decided to start with Donny's name, and there was an. She was quite sleepy yesterday but she was her usual bouncing self when I left this morning." Oh, I'm so relieved for you both." Megan, I don't want to leave her on her own today so I've just come in to pick up my car and then we'll both be in as normal tomorrow." Good thinking, boss." OK. See you tomorrow then."With a wave he was gone. Megan hugged herself gleefully. Her David had been right. Nick had a new light in his eye. She had to tell Melanie. She closed her door and picked up the.