“Welcome to the party line,” I thought to her over the link.Ellen said out loud, “Why, Daddy?”“Because of why you have a bobcat sitting betw...en your legs looking for predators and threats. You connected to her much like the link I’ve had with April. You can reach out to April or me, and we can do the same for you. We aren’t reading your mind or anything, just able to communicate. I can’t explain it exactly, but you will get used to it. I am guessing this is how you can get animals to help you. He loved music, it was his only friend. But his parents, two people that used his talent to their benefit, poisoned him. Whenever he had moments of doubt, they would berate him, telling him that Mozart was self-assure, he never second thought his own talents. They stole his childhood, robbed him from experiencing bruised elbows, scraped knees, fistfights, and catching fireflies in the summer with friends. He had no friends, except for those his parents allowed in the house. And then, those. She went to school and told her teacher she was sorry for making up tales and that she knew she was really a boy. Her teacher wasn't overly convinced and the students hardly forgiving. Sara's story had spread all over the school and she was taunted with chants of "Sissy Sara" every time she walked out on the playground. The boys started bullying her and knocking her down calling her a "Poof", and the girls just giggled and made faces at her. Sara ended up sitting alone on the playground. "Whats that supposed to mean?" Shinji accused with a new sense ofarrogance, "You calling me a coward?" Well, you said you're Shinji right?" How dare you compare me to that baka UGHN!" Shinji fell to his knees ashis hips throbbed violently. It was as if someone was pulling his hipsoutwards from all angles. Subconsciously he forced his legs apart, hopingit would make the transition easier as tears streamed down his cheeks.The real Asuka knelt beside him but smirked, "Hurts like a bitch.