He had studied philosophy, which raised profound questions about the nature of right and wrong. There was utilitarianism, the idea of striving for the...greatest good for the greatest number. He had just finished a course in evolutionary psychology, with its analysis of amoral natural selection as the force behind some of our thoughts and feelings. What mattered most was leaving descendants. Morality and cooperation had their place, but deep down people like all other organisms were selfish -- it. As she was leaving the exam room Lynn’s doctor returned with another doctor.“Lynn, this is Doctor Charles Grand. He is a specialist in multiple births.”“Hi Lynn.”“Hello Doctor Grand.”“Is it ok if I do a pelvic exam right now?”“Yes.”“Do you mind if these folks remain?”“No doctor. This is my husband Paul and my wife Erin.”“Reeeeeally?” He drew out the pronunciation.“Doctor, we have a legally binding civil union. We can’t marry because of bigamy laws, but we are married.”“In all of my years, this. Finally, she looked at me and said, “Brandon, really? You should not have come here. You need to go.” I knew that I had struck a nerve inside her. I could still read her like a book. After all, we had shared a life together for three years before she walked out on me for no reason. Well, there was a reason, but only she knew what that reason was. She never told me. “Miranda, for two damn years, I have been wondering what it was that made you leave. You just walked out and did not give me any. He stooped down to his knees, bent forward, and leaped forward.He got about a foot off the roof before a very strong hand grabbed the back of the black jacket."Where do you think you are going?"Tim snarled at the origin of the voice, "Let go of me." He said, venom dripping from his fangs, and every word seeming like its own sentence."If that's how you want it."Tim felt the hand released and he jumped. The next few seconds were forever burned into Tim's mind. He landed silently on the ground.