She was dressed in her work suit ready to go sell some houses or whatever she does three days a week. Susie thought her mum looked classy when she dre...sed for work in smart white blouse and navy-blue dress suit. Her little sister was her usual moody self, dressed in her school uniform, but even her chat was different… she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what was different. She and Ross didn’t seem to be at ‘war’ with each other. Dad had already left for work an hour earlier. Susie ran over. I would find out how she felt about it not more than a week later. I got a call that Monday morning from a very distraught client. Apparently she had been doing some work from her home computer and used a flash drive to transfer the work to her work computer (never a good idea!) She accidentally transferred a Trojan virus and when it popped up on the screen she reached to turn it off quick, hoping that would cut off the virus before it did any damage. Flawed thinking aside, not only did it not. If I was using 'Alex Thompson,' I'd be deadby now." Why would someone want to kill your mother and brother? Or you, forthat matter? They were completely harmless."How do I explain what happened to Mrs. LaRouche and not be branded araving loony? Even to believers in magic, the concept of a magic drivenalternate universe would seem impossible and I have no proof."They were recruited by someone for an out of town job. It wasdangerous and the people on the other side found out about it. Theyhired. He seemed like a good father, sparing not a single expense to give his daughter the perfect night. I was one of about 50 girls that night though, so I’m not sure why I was worried he would recognize me. Maybe, just maybe he might recognize my name, but that wouldn’t really matter, since I don’t use my real name for these encounters anyway. To my ‘friends’ I’m merely Angel. I had seen him in passing too every now and then when I spent time with Ally, but it’s not as though we were best friends.