"Is Jutson a MANU?"Gabriel looked back at Tycho with a perplexed look. "A what?" A MANU. A Magic Anime Network User. Is Jutson from the real world or ...resident?" Oh," Gabriel said, comprehension dawning on his features. "He's aresident, but with knowledge of the outside world; says he gets a kickout of marketing dolls to people that can't really take them home."Tycho's face fell a little. "Yea, that is a drag." Of all the things hewished he could bring back into the real world with him, his. "Well it's one of a group of people who own and/or run a law firm, I'mthe most junior of the partners, I was promoted about a month before Imet you. I'm really just a dogsbody for the other partners, you know,'help this guy', 'make sure she's on top of things etc.'"I remember to stop talking about me and ask James how his day was."Oh excuse me Caitie, I've got to check on something," he says rushinginto the kitchen, the heels from the tan high-heel sandals I bought himclip-clopping on the. I liked that. A teacher didn't have to be a bore. Especially an art teacher. Art was all about freeing your mind, experiencing the world visually, not just intellectually. Connecting more with your heart than your head.He spoke kindly, patiently to us little wannabe artists, some of whom probably couldn't draw a straight line. He seemed to want to encourage everyone to do their best, whatever that might be. Even the lost lambs like me, trying to figure out who we were and what we wanted from. " None of this makes any sense but perhaps it is the least absurd feature of my life here. "We will call you Vyerochka, which is the child's version of Vyera, like 'little Vyera' do you see?"I'm now beyond mere anger at the patronising way she is speaking to me. How dare she talki to me this way, How dare she say I'm no more than a child. I should be back at work, writing my PhD. She's talking to me as if I was at Primary School.But it gets worse. Neena hasn't finished. "Now, if you have done.