.. she had to believe that. She was loosing Tommy. Her little boy. He was all grown up. She thought, bitterly, how he didn't like her calling him Tomm... anymore. "Call me Tom, Mom." He would say. "Tommy is a little boy's name." Then he would flash that dazzling smile at her and melt her heart all over again. Mary knew that young people had to grow up. They had to go out into the world and live their own lives. But Tommy... her Tommy, he was still so innocent. So unready for the evils of the. The door clicked and the sound of a buzz rang loud and it seemed irritating. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door open. I entered the foyer and made my way to the stairs. As I made my ascension, I tightened the grip on my bag, as if I had been carrying diamonds through a dark alley. I made it to the top of the stairwell and came to a black door. I knocked twice and stepped so that I could be seen through the peep hole. The door opened and a female head peared around the corner.. I leaped up and yanked the door open and stepped out. I stayed to the side of the hall as I moved to the emergency slide. I could not take the lift or the stairs and the slide was another option. From a emergency closet I pulled a grav gun and kept going.At the emergency slide I swung in and began dropping and rolled onto my back and aimed up and back. I watched the floor numbers and when I saw the second floor I fired. The grav gun slowed and stopped me and pulled me up to the opening. I. "Don't mind if I do," she replied, extending her hand. "My name's Sharon - what's your line?"Fred was surprised at the strength of her grip. "Fred Sanders; I'm in town for the pipeline convention." Sharon withdrew her hand and slid off her barstool, picking up her purse. She was taller standing than had been apparent, and Fred continued while he broke a hundred and left the bartender a tip, "I'd have been at the hotel bar tonight, but they were only showing the home team's game. I found this.