"So you didn't say anything?" I asked just to ensure I wouldn't be hearing anything about it."Hell, what can I say? When people keep asking you, you'v... got to say something. But I tried to keep it to a minimum. Don't worry about anyone saying anything though, Brooke never told me your full name." And Brooke kept your name off the police records while I kept it out of the hospital's records," Rebecca added, to my great relief."So you can apply this energy to help save people?" Mom asked,. He pulled out a pair of her jeans, and fell over as he tried to pullthem on standing up. His huge backside easily cushioned the fall, but,as he lay there, his newly acquired inches and feet still wobbling likejelly, he would rather have been hurt. He pulled on the jeans from hisposition on the floor, having difficulty even bending his legs enoughto get his toes into the waist opening, when they stuck, refusing to goany higher. For some reason, that was the worst thing yet, realisingthat his ass. And of those, the break in the femur is the most worrisome. The bone was fractured, shattered really, just above the knee joint, and we had to use plates and screws to hold it all in place. He won't be able to walk for at least eight weeks, and then he will require therapy."Fortunately there were few internal injuries, and we were able to repair those. He also broke his pelvis, but that was just a crack, not a complete break. Like I said, he will heal completely, but it is going to take a long. There is a knock at the door, and I open it. I say hello, and in walks a very professional looking couple, dressed in office clothes. He is about 5’10”, in OK shape wearing khaki pants and a button down shirt. She has black hair is a little heavy, and short wearing a skirt to her knees, and a white blouse. I show them to the couch, and I sit in a chair next to it. They seem impressed by my little spread, and the guy right away starts to eat some crackers with cheese. We make some small talk.