"I'm... all... right." Kristy, something's wrong! What is it?" I... don't... know."Shari was beginning to be alarmed, thinking her friend might be hav...ng some kind of seizure."Shall I get someone? A doctor?" ... No..."She felt her will giving way in surrender to this indescribable omnipotent power coursing through her. The presence was not only powerful, but seductive, as Kristy's surrender was not only complete, but willing as well. She wanted this -- presence -- to take her, knew she must. I decided to force myself to sort through the pile of clothes I had. Jeans go to one pile, shirts in another one… boring. Better than pushing carts around though. “Hello,” a bright voice interrupted me. “Hi,” I said unsurely. I raised my head and saw the girl from before. “Can I help you?” “Um… not at the moment,” she said and giggled. Strange. “The fitting rooms are there,” I nodded in the direction of the rooms. “Pick whichever one, it’s a slow day.” She nodded. “Thanks!” she said and walked. "This is a very nice picture," commented Wendy."That one was taken two or three months before my abduction," I put in.She remained silent for just a moment. "Do you have a frame?" she finally said. "Why not display it?"I was surprised, and not a little touched, to hear that suggestion passing from her lips. I gave no immediate reply, but I guess my facial expression put forth a question."We are living in the present, Jake," she continued earnestly. "But we need to remember and honor the past.. After investigating, I determined you were not an appropriate person to receive a secondary disposition of the remains." You mean you were investigating me, and not who murdered Daylene? That's disgusting." It didn't take much investigating to figure that you're one of her trannie streetwalker friends. That makes you part of the problem, not part of the solution, doesn't it. You'll be lucky we don't charge you. So don't call us, we'll call you. Get it?" Yeah, I got it," I said, hanging up. I.