After a few moments, Mark entered the kitchen. Without saying a word, he gently turned Trisha around and embraced her, holding her close to his body. ...he felt safe in his arms and quickly began to relax."Are you alright? Mom and Jessie are worried that they upset you somehow." Just over-whelmed again," Trisha offered. "They want me to go with them for a 'girls' day out' thing. I'm not sure I'm ready for all this." She let out another sigh as she melted into Mark's body."We're sorry if we. The co-pilot was a medic and he checked George. He was barely breathing, so I assumed it was a concussion, but what did I know?"Let's get some breathing assist going," said our medic. He placed a shield over George's mouth and nose, and squeezed the attached bag. He motioned to Hollowpoint. "Squeeze this on a count of five." He watched as the assisted breathing took place. Then he interrupted the squeezing so he could place an oxygen cannula under George's nose. "Okay, you can start squeezing. We walked across to the hotel to get a stack of donuts, then went through security on the way upstairs. The duty guy said, "I just put on coffee. The guys from Orlando are at the warehouse. They want the Chief, that's you, Bobby, to call them. Thanks for the donut. Hell of a wake up, huh?"Bobby called the warehouse to find out that the couple that were intended witnesses were as clean as the wind driven snow. She said, "Since they are going to be going back and forth to court and they may be. There was no thought at all – only pain.After a moment, she noticed she was shaking and holding her belly. Her hands were shredded where she'd yanked them free of her confining manacles, and she couldn't seem to catch her breath. A whimpering sound filled her head, preventing her from being able to think. The strange, eerie sound seemed to interfere with her breathing, as well."Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-oh-god!" Jake pleaded, crying and shaking her hysterically. "Please don't die! For God's Sake!.