I think she had a stroke."I had tears in my eyes and I drove to the hospital, but I was too late; mom had passed in the emergency room just a half hou... previously. I spoke to the attending physician and he told me that she had a massive coronary attack and there was nothing they could do for her. He was sorry.For the next three days I was busy with the funeral arrangements for mom. When I left the cemetery after the funeral I was sitting in the back of the limousine thinking about my mother and. "I feel great!" she said excitedly, stopping to look him in the face under the pale moonlight. "How do you feel?" I feel fine, Addie. But I'm not the one who downed two bottles of vodka and Gatorade in an hour. I'm guessing you don't drink much?"She blushed. "No. Not much..." Embarrassed, she hung her head. Even when she tried to fit in with the others she stood out like a sore thumb. They all probably thought her an idiot after tonight. "Do you think I'm a little kid, Amos?" she asked. "Harry nods and Cissa quickly goes and retrieves the box she acquired during their trip to the Alley. Out of the box, Cissa pulls a strange looking device. It's about eight inches long; it comes to a point at the end but swells towards the bottom, before pinching off just above the base, which is a flat plastic disk. Next she pulls out a long silvery cylinder. Finally, Cissa goes over and grabs the strap before returning to her place in front of her master.She takes the cone in hand, "Do you. However, just before the ship entered the white mist he shivered, as though a cold hand had been run across his chest, though the day remained warm enough. The fog was thin enough that he could still see the length of the ship as it entered the bank. Now concerned that something just didn't feel right, he watched as Vris, the mate, a burly, bearded veteran of many voyages, exited the forward cabin just as the fog reached that portion of the ship. He made to call out, but the words died in his.