”“How old are you, Emily?”“Six.”“How long have you been there?”“I don’t know. It feels like a very long time.”“Can you tell me w...at was in the news when you you died? What was top of the pops?”Emily named a pop song that I remembered well. It was my daughter’s favourite for a time. I estimated it had been current about twenty years earlier.“Very good, Emily. Now can you tell me where you are? Can you see anything?”“No, it’s all black.”“What can you feel?”Silence.“Emily, Emily, are you. Mai utgne lga ke meea dyan drwaze par pada mai hairan reh gya ke ek aunty hme dekh rahi thi.Priya bhi hairan thi aur usbe kaha mummy app kab aye. Main hairan reh gya ke yeh priya ke mummy hai. Usne lriya se pucha ke yrh kya chal raha tha. Toh woh kuch nahi boli.Usne mere lubd ke aur dekha aur kaha yeh kya hai.Mai aur priya bahut daree huye the. Usne mera lund pakr kar stroke karne lgu aur kaha akele akele nahu chalega kych gesa mujhe bhi chaiye. Hmm hairan ho gye aur khush bhi the. Uski mummy. .." Gail thought a moment, picking the right words. "Until the pressure started to build up and wear him down as he fought it. First I noticed was that his moods seemed to change. He was grumpy much of the time and then he seemed tense. I went though a few months of that with him - though we never talked about it. Come to think of it, we weren't talking very much about anything toward the end of that cycle. Of course I had no idea what was going on." Then one day he seemed like his old. But the main damage was to my pride and the left foot-rest; and, of course, more importantly ... my pursuit. I hadn't realised I was being followed —I'd been too busy riding, but a patrol car pulled up just past me."Shouldn't you keep after him?" I asked somewhat bitterly."Don't worry ... there's a chopper keeping an eye on him. You've done well, though. Are you ok?"I picked myself up, walked over to the bike and heaved it up. Yup; bent footrest and scraped silencer. Dragging it back to the.