“You had a reaction to something you took. When you’re feeling better, you’ll need to tell us where you got unauthorized meds. There’s also th... matter of illegal foodstuffs, but that can wait.”“No! I didn’t! I got food from the same commissary I always go to, but they gave me the wrong things, and I didn’t eat any of it! My meds were in daily packs like always!”But I had. I’d eaten the strawberries. Had they been tampered with? Poisoned?Sighing, she wipes my face again, catching tears I didn’t. He found the store’s Ladies section and said, “Go buy yourself a new wardrobe” and gestured her toward the clothes racks. At some level, THIS she understood. She actually clumsily tried to clap her hands together, then went shopping. It took a while, but she somehow found a dozen outfits that fit her. She had lost whatever color sense she might have previously had, picking out a few truly horrible color combinations, but Tommy didn’t care much about that sort of thing anyway. He grabbed an. But first I had to define the enemy and the battle.It was a long, boring, tiring search, but I seemed destined to take on the devil Death and beat him in his own home. The universe seemed to be pushing me into the middle of a battle as old as time, and big as the universe itself. Why would some ... thing ... as infinite as the universe choose a weak mortal to carry the fight for Abby’s soul?No matter how many ways I invented to ask the question, the answer was always far beyond anything I could. " Well, I'd say you've done the right thing. Maybe with a little breathing room you'll come to realize that he's not really..." No, it is Kenny. I asked him a question that only Kenny, my Kenny, would have known. He knew it, Donna, down to every detail." Sure it wasn't some wishful thinking on your part? Maybe filling in a few of the blanks yourself or..." No, it's Kenny. That's what's making this so hard. It's been a week now and he's been sleeping in his room and hasn't asked for anything out.