I felt I knew things that a patient, no matter howassimilated they were, couldn't possibly know. But I now doubtedeverything.I needed time to decide. ...o search for clues and find the truth.The good thing I guess, about being locked up in a mental institution,time is something I'll have plenty of.*******Thankfully, after another 24 hours, Dr Black could see I was makingprogress; coming around to their way of thinking. I remained docile andcooperative so I was let out of restraints and seclusion. " "I am Steel."The whispers embraced him as he watched Gallis burn. The Emperor's soldiers pretended to be unhappy at what they found in the town, setting the fires in an orgy of relieved rage."Hanzo ne Gallis is dead," Alessandra told him."They'll find enough courage to desecrate the bodies soon," he said. The whispers grew louder. If he did not head off the swelling anger, action would be taken without thought. He was the only Steel ready to die in Gallis--one more sunrise and he would have. Oxygen, right, I'd almost forgotten. I threw him to the floor and held him down with the spiked heel of my shoe."Bartender!" I yelled over my shoulder. "I'm not getting any younger over here!" I snickered to myself. The bartender rushed forward with a basket of hot bread sticks. They were the cheap hard kind they always sell in bars, and I grabbed a handful. They were so hot they burnt my hand, but the pain felt good after the hollowness of oblivion. With a quick motion I thrust the handful. My mother's had a stroke."There was a gasp of horror at the other end."Oh, Wendy, I'm sorry. Is it bad?" I don't know. It certainly wasn't mild. The twins are on their way. They're pretty upset but I didn't want them to mope round the house all day and make themselves even more miserable. Can you pass the message to those concerned?" Yes, of course. Poor lambs! Is there anything else we can do?" Yes. I've promised them that as soon as I hear anything from the hospital I'd let them know. So, may.