"NO!" came the anguished reply. "Can you ring Dr Millard or Dr Smith and tell them 'It's happened'"."Tell them what's happened? What's going on? Are y...u okay? Let me in." No, you can't come in," Charlotte virtually shouted, her voice sounding in tears. "Please just ring Dr Millard. They will understand. Once they've been told, then I will need your help." What's going on?" demanded Kelly."Please just ring Charring Cross," pleaded Charlotte. "The sooner you ring them, the sooner you can help. She was still in the shower, most likely trying to rinse the conditioner out of her hair. Ryan loved her hair. Loved to touch it, smell it, and to brush it for her. She took such good care of her herself. Smelling of peaches, an appropriate scent, as she was a peach herself, soft, yet firm, ripe with the sweetness of my favorite southern fruit. Her hair flowed down her back ending deep in the small of her back. Seeing her naked from behind always left Ryan short of breath as her beauty snatched. "She spent the rest of the morning and lunchtime curled in my arms on our bed, her tears eventually drying to despairing sobs."They don't care about me, Pete," she wailed, "nothing I've achieved means anything to them! They have found a man to marry me when we get back to Delhi, and I'll never see you again!"I felt the taut body in my arms and knew they'd have men lining up to take her off her parents' hands!I held her for a while longer, seething that this could happen to a girl in this day. I know Rebecca was worried about what was, to her, the unnatural fixation that her sister was showing for a 'person' that Rebecca knew was not real. All things considered I wasn't surprised that Amy was so attached to him. Being in a coma for twelve years and waking up to a strange world the way she had, any spot of familiarity would be comforting. Considering that Walter was the only one who had been with her through the transition, it made sense that she would be more attached to him.From the.