Further and further the nurses were getting information for her, keeping the newspaper or a computer near in case there was something she would ask fo.... Now I know that she was getting information from this world to drag it into her own world while coupling with her inner mental fight. The patient became a ‘recuperation’ project for the whole personnel. Once, during her on/off trips, while I was sustaining a conversation about my nieces, Mike and Amelia, she joined us and asked about them,. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see he was regarding my form; all too easy to see through the too thin, blue checked gingham dress, to the dark shadow covering half my torso beneath. I walked into the direct sunlight towards the railings and stepped up onto the lower rail. Looking at the waves crashing onto the beach, a turbulent gust caught my dress, billowing and sending it upward on the breeze until I felt its coolness kiss the bare flesh just above the waistband, the hem of the dress. .. your wonderful hair."The fake Patricia added as 'she' brush 'her' delicate fingers throughthe length of 'her' stolen blonde tresses, appreciating their silkysmoothness and the sweet aroma. "Like I said... they're indeed in safehands...," he sneered in that same incongruous tone. However, theformer CIA veteran was impressed by the scornful smirk on Patricia'sface."No matter how convincing you look, there's no way you'll pass on asme... Not without my memories... And certainly not with that. Sure, Emma Graham didn't see Luke Brown in the way she used to. He was no longer her Prince Charming, but he was pretty damn close...As they strolled around the reservoir together, she thought through their relationship, and how many times they may have walked in this exact place, looking as cute, if not much more so than they looked at that exact moment."Hey Emma?" Mhmm..." she murmured, looking up at him, with that look of love that he had been praying would be returned to him for a long.