Great, thanks, Paul! Just let yourself in. I cleaned myself up, grabbed my toolbox and dashed next door. I opened the side door and walked into the ki...chen. Back here, Paul! I followed her voice through the living room and back into the bathroom. Its the tub drain. I was bathing Olivia and it wouldnt drain. I looked down into the tub and saw the soapy water a few inches deep. Tara slipped around me and left the room. I got on my knees and started working. Once I got the drain unclogged and. OConnor. Excuse me? she stopped and turned in my direction, one eye brow raised in a very confused look. Shannon OConnor, the gentleman I am supposed to be meeting. I was now as confused as she appeared. She immediately let out a belly laugh, putting her hand on the wall to hold her up. I just stood there even more confused. Did I say something? I asked mousily. She laughed a little more and replied, Im Shannon OConnor. She smiled a big grin at me. I felt like such a fool. Had I already blown. I love you too much for that! I know a guy who would turn up for an hour or so and he's an ace - literally never misses. Come and see for yourself later on before you go back to the Hall. All it would take would be strong nerves on your part - you'd have to stand absolutely still." We'll think about it, darling. There'll be a few jealous cows hoping he misses, or rather that he doesn't miss. And a few disappointed and resentful young men who wish me no particular good." You're too stuck-up, my. I quickly replied in Russian, "No, I don't need a translator and I don't know why you are calling me the 'hero of Beslan'. I only did what was needed to be done. But please tell me, how are the hostages?"One of the reporters answered, "Sgt. Blaine, if we may call you that, do not be so humble. You are not even a member of the Russian military and yet you saved more hostages than any other person at Beslan. The hostages you saved are being treated for their injuries and mental problems and they.