I could smell my piss in the air.“Yeah, maybe I’m right? Maybe I have no business around kids.” I frowned and headed back for the couch.“Her n...me is Noel, I have a dream about her...” I murmured to myself. My mind on my daughter’s chubby face before my view rolled up to see the soft smile on Amanda’s. She was beautiful. Smart. Reckless. I could’ve really loved her. I probably did. I smiled. I seemed to love all of the women. All of my family.Amanda was still a mystery. I figured she was afraid. I was on call as a consultant if they got in any binds, which was rare. I’d been careful and lucky in choosing my people and made sure they were well trained and knowledgeable. I told her, ‘Helen, I have no schedule. I was heading home to Seattle after seeing my grandkids in Spokane. I’m at your service, and so far I’ve had fun being your knight in coffee stained armor.’ ‘Well Duncan, I don’t know what else you can do for me. The car should be ready by the time we finish our meal, so I guess. “You’d be crazy to believe if not true. You’d be crazy to not believe if true.““And I can have as many wishes as I want? No restrictions?”“There are no restrictions on what you might wish for. There are restrictions on what I will provide.”Mark mulled things over. The old man had popped into his dorm room, without warning, appearing out of thin air. It was noon on a Tuesday. He hadn’t smoked weed since the weekend, so he wasn’t high. And he generally didn’t hallucinate, so he didn’t think he. "A small roar broke the silence following Wildhair's words, punctuated by a different noise that may have been Hanna clearing her throat. "This doesn't answer the most important question," she said, not pausing in her self-imposed guard duty. "Why use this device on Pteri and not on Gareth? It would be a better tactic to eliminate both threats at once."Wildhair consider this for a moment. "Perhaps he thinks that if he controls Pteri," she guessed, "that you are controlling Gareth. He would be.