"Hey, sweetie, you feel okay?"The response was a silent nod."That's good."He wasn't entirely sure it was, but it certainly beat the alternative.Though...he knew quite well they were in a hospital, he also knew a smallchild would be confused so ..."Where are we, Mama?" Well, you got hurt and Aunt Janet brought you to the hospital, so you'reall better now. Don't you remember?"The last 'Elise' memory he had was a small group of four and five yearolds singing 'Happy Birthday'. Further conversation. ‘If you want, go ahead,’ Brad felt that was what she wanted him to say. ‘And I guess I don’t need to ask you, do I George?’ Ashley said as she sat down in the pool, the water just under her chin. Looking back and forth from Jarrad to George, she pushed the tiny straps off her shoulders and pulled her arms through them. With a little tug, she pulled the top down and over her nipples. With it now around her waist, she pulled the back of it around to her front and undid the hooks holding it. Well."Um, I guess we could. How would we do this?" I've got an apartment not far from you, we could meet at my place any time you want."Well, what the hell. Two teenagers, a little cellulite here and there, a libido that is underutilized, that's enough to get me to say, "Maybe this afternoon?" Do you know the Riveracres Apartments?" Yes, on Grant Avenue." Right. Apartment 340, one-thirty?" Um, I'll be there." I'm excited just thinking about it, see you in a while."So, I called my husband."Hi,. ." Gordo said. "Where the hell are we?" I thought we might want something a little more comfortable than a hard desk top," Mattachek said. "This is my... bedroom." Yeah, but how did we get here?"Mattachek smiled. It was the smile of a large cat looking at a small mouse. "Magic, Mr. Berrenstein. Pure magic." There ain't no such thing." Oh, Mr. Berrenstein, this is _so much_ magic... Oh, but we should get started." She began to undo the buttons on her dress."Yeah, I guess." Gordo tried to psych.