Falkenberg had been right: She was going to be pleased, and relieved, at how far she could come back.Paul touched her face, gently pushing back her ha...r -- hair only partially grown back from having been shaved off entirely, following the accident. "You're back," he said. "The follow-up surgeries will help, but they're not essential. You're already back." The scars will still be there. Arnie told me..." Yeah. Arnie told you. What the fuck does Arnie know? He's nothing but a world-renowned. There was one question I’d been waiting to ask, and I did that during the second intermission.“I hear rumors that DeBartolo is looking to sell the Penguins,” I said to Oz.He smiled, “Are you looking to buy? I could probably get you a meeting if you have the cash!”I chuckled, “My business is successful, but not THAT successful. I’d have to do a leveraged deal and I don’t think that’s a good idea.”“You know I can’t comment on anything.”“I figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. So long as they stay put. "I'm not sure sir, let's hope it keeps her away for a long time."James shook his head, "I don't think that her kind will be kept away long by this. Plus, I need to get the rest of this back." James tapped his head.Archabald nodded slowly, he hoped that James could also, he missed all of his friend.It was another two days later; magic had only raised to seventy eight percent. James still had nothing new in his memories, the world was barely hanging on, when she attacked again.This time, there. Project planning will be over. Project Management has it all figured out.Five months pass.What do you mean there's no money left? you think. Where did it all go?You look around. Row after row of offices. Planners. Budget people. Managers. Project Managers. Directors. Where are the Engineers? What happened to our project?Oh, you're told, the customer cut back. It was getting too expensive. And by the way, you need to find another project, we're out of money.You move on, but the managers,.