Kyle still suffers a bit from low self-esteem. After all they did to him, he still feels a call to be obedient to the WFM. They trained him too well a... a puppy. It's better that he not know he has to be smuggled onto the slip ship in secret. I'll ask him to forgive me once we're orbiting the black hole's event horizon. We'll work on building his self-esteem once we're free... on the other side of NBHX35..."Isabelle nodded. "Nasty Black Hole X35..." she muttered."Isabelle! Last call! Want to. " "I was afraid of that." She seemed to adjust something, and Angelnoticed a slight breeze on her fingertip. "Try it now." Angel reached the finger over and touched a leaf, expecting thetransfer. This time, she felt the familiar jolt. Looking at the leaf,she could see the slow spread of the virus. "It worked," she announced. Robin appeared, and grinned. "I made your finger, well... part of it anyway, tangible but stillinvisible. That will work." Robin went on to explain their plan.Robin would. But now the unknown Dr. Allan had purchased the settled business and had begun seeing patients only weeks ago.The door suddenly opened, startling the nervous Sandra B. The man who entered was in his middle thirties, plain looking and small. A person who would be missed in crowd, but who looked like a caring and compassionate doctor. He wore a shirt and tie under the usual white lab jacket, a pocket holder in one breast pocket filled with items."Good morning Mrs. B. How are you this morning?". Callie was relieved. They talked for a while longer until Angie announced that she had to leave. "Come by and see me again tomorrow," Callie begged; then she remembered her job and that she would be working tomorrow. "Wait, never mind, I start my new job tomorrow." Well, I guess I won't come by tomorrow then," Angie grinned, "but soon." Callie watched Angie shuffle out the back door with her children, leaving behind a small disaster of army men, cookie crumbs, and a dirty coffee cup. Callie.