” She said. I had retreated to my room I shared with my brother and relaxed at the thought of being by myself without him being there this weekend. ...bout an hour later my mom gently knocked on my door. “I’m bored and don’t really feel like writing that paper right now. Do you want to play cards or something?” “Sure mom I’ll get out the old card table and set it up in the living room.” “What do you want to play?” I asked. “How about gin rummy” she said. We sat there playing and talking when my. The Sunnydale interlude, which had involved me,her, Jake, Charlie and Leslie (or rather Faith, as she identifiedherself as of late), was also fresh in my mind. The only half-waylogical interpretation was that the force responsible for the realitydistortions had first removed us from Sunnydale following our successfulrescue of Dawn, placed our conscious minds in the future timeline and,after Dan and I had encountered the tornado in the bizarre glass field,thrown us back here again. Only minutes,. ”, I answered. There was a long awkward pause on the phone in fact after a bit I thought maybe I had dropped the call. So, I asked a foolish question…… are you still there? That is when I realized why she had been so quiet. “Yes, I’m here ……”, Kate replied, sobbing.“Please don’t cry, Kate.”, I asked. “It’s ok……... I’m crying because I’m happy.”, she said, trying to laugh. “Alright then.”, I replied. Kate took a few moments to compose herself and when she returned to the phone it was definitely. As they sat down, the words began to flow.Somebody had already set up the templates for the journals to which they had decided to submit their papers.Julie found her head a hive of activity. Being connected with the University, the hospital had accounts with all the usual bibliographic databases, and and found herself looking up interesting papers related to volumetric visualisation, kernel security, antibody tests, and personality testing.She remembered snippets of conversations she had had.