The last thing I remember is being on the bridge when we lost all power, and after that complete darkness, followed by the strangest sensation of weig...tlessness and being kneaded like piece of dough, sometimes dry, sometimes wet and a sticky warm wet feeling that went everywhere through every orifice and sent tingling sensations to all of my body ,then came what can only be described as forced yoga, during which I lost conciousness.I awoke to find that I was still floating, in a yoga pose that. .. again. Also, Beau seemed to be mercilessly tugging on my walls and lips. I was in agony but not the good kind. Through tear-stained eyes, I scanned the instructions for any remedy. Failing that, I glanced at the floor and discovered my critical mistake. Instead of grabbing lube from my junk drawers, I had mistakenly picked up Gorilla Glue. The harder I tugged the more it hurt. (I seem to recall Daddy saying that on occasion ) I even resorted to prayer like a convict on death row. I knew it. I continued my walk to the opposite side of the lake. A white field of powder lay before me and the gentle blue heavens hung above me like a dome. I tried my best to appreciate the beauty of my surroundings. There were no walls or barriers to restrict my movements. There were no whistling sounds, puffs of smoke, or bursts of light in the sky. The only sounds were those of the gentle wind. I was surrounded by a world of peace and calm. "Freedom" was the word that came to my mind.I continued on. I had a briefcase full of office work to catch up along with a laptop.Jason and Roseanne had finished all the background checks for the 200 potential employees that we were going to need at M&M. That was what the Michigan and Minnesota colleges were being called.While Jason and Curtis talked legal matters I read the applications and reports. Roseanne had sent a duplicate packet to Mable, Eric's secretary, for DHS to pass opinion on. I was not going to spend a lot of time on the folder until we.