Nancy and Cat were sitting on a bed, working over some homework. He couldn’t make out the text on the pages, but from their discussion is was a math...class they shared. From what Ryan had heard, Nancy was horrible at math. They would work on a problem, then compare results, then Cat would be the one to point out what Nancy had done wrong.Ryan watched them, feeling a bit like a voyeur. Nancy was wearing her typical uniform: short skirt that displayed the long length of flawless brown leg, button. I ground my teeth together to keep from crying out in either anger or pain. His voice was calm. As if He hadn’t just slapped me. I concentrated on my breathing. Slow. Slow. In, pause, out, pause, in, pause, out. Slower. Just breathe. Don’t panic.?You do know.? He said quietly. ?Don’t lie to me.? I involuntarily flinched. ?Now. Tell me why you are here.? Why? So simple. Why are you here? It was quite simple. My mind reeled. Why am I here? Say it. But I didn’t?couldn’t?and. The pair of them made me several kinds of nervous.“And, I’m always going to take Max’s side,” he said. “Doctor Carlsen asked that I don’t go full Viking on you yet.”I must’ve looked confused for a moment.“Ronni Carlsen’s a GP,” Peter said.“That’s why he had you call me ‘Doctor,’” Wayne explained, pointing at Peter. “Normally, the Carlsens go with ‘Professor’ and ‘Doctor’ rather than ‘mister’ and ‘missus’.”“And I can’t pass up a chance to dig at him a little,” Peter said. My phone was ringing. "You will become whatyou most desire", Bret remembered the old lady saying. Then hetried thinking of stuff that he desired like basketball. "I couldbecome a star basketball player", Bret said, and then realizinghe might become a basketball, which Bret thought would suck. Healso went through a number of different options, like cars orfootball. Looking up at the clock, he realized that a lot of timehad passed. Since it was fifteen minutes to 8:00 anyway, Bretdecided to just continue on and when.