As she walked onto the set, Clare looked around. Other than Annie and Jessie, she didn't recognize anyone, and felt a little nervous, until the slight...itch of the wig cap reminded her that she didn't exactly look like herself at the moment. The long, black hair of the wig had been pulled into two, long pony tails, and Annie taught Clare how to put in costume contact lenses correctly. As she stared at herself in the mirror, Clare almost couldn't believe that it was her. The long, black hair, the. The blue light of the underwater welder. The 'discussion' with the guy in the chopper about us wasting time, checking the other supports. And finally, getting the pickup instructions to the rendezvous with the chopper.We were all in the chopper, heading back to land. The co-pilot was a medic and he checked George. He was barely breathing, so I assumed it was a concussion, but what did I know?"Let's get some breathing assist going," said our medic. He placed a shield over George's mouth and. He tries to get me to do that but I tell him no, I'm not that kind of a girl. He does have a cute little peter and if I wanted to, I could fit all of him in my mouth. I wouldn't choke on him like I do with you. I just want him to think of me as pure and chaste. When he sees me walking down the isle in my white dress, I want him to always think of me as a religious, dutiful, faithful wife."Nick: "I'll be at your wedding and when I see you in your bridal gown, I want to know that I was the first. There's this story going around, about strange things happening at Pope Hill." Pope Hill?" Over in the State Park." Angel waved her hand in the general direction. "There's some story about a Pope, who was later made into a Saint, doing something there. There's even a marker there, from some historical group." Angel shrugged."He was supposed to have done something major there, so the place is special or something." Angel paused, fishing for the right words. "Anyhow, there have been rumors about.