Stumbling over his mattress Sam crashed into the bars of the cage andthat was all the encouragement that Goodfellow needed and, with a turnof speed th...t belied his size, he was across the floor and had hold ofSam with one huge hand around the boys neck. Using his free hand thebig man ripped the shirt off Sam's back at the same time as he smashedthe boy's body back against the bars of the cage knocking the wind outof him.Jon ambled up to Sam, pulling a syringe out of his pocket. Leaning inclose. I was alone and watching some TV commercials. I focused on the scene and jumped into my body. I looked around and quickly spotted our dog, Brutus.I hadn’t thought about that dog in a long long time. Brutus was a stray that we picked up one day when he walked onto our property back when we still lived in Canterbury. He was a mix between what looked like a German Shepherd and a St. Bernard. He had the coat and coloration of the Shepherd, but he was much bigger than they normally run. His face was. Rachel shucked out of her dress and underclothing on arrival in the room and stayed that way, announcing, "I'm getting used to my new wardrobe! I like the fit..." Shannon let herself be talked into it and didn't even hide when the waiter arrived at ten p.m. with a late-evening snack to tide us over until the morning. Rachel got a big kick out of pretending that nothing was amiss while she tipped him. We just kicked back -- all of us were overloaded from the stresses of the past few days and. We had traveled the same hell paths several times and I still had the occasional nightmares.“Sergeant Major, how are you doing old soldier? What are you doing on this god forsaken wide spot in space?”“Colonel Sir, it’s good to see you again. And in command of your very own garbage scow. Switching from Fleet Marine to Navy, oh how the mighty have fallen.”We grabbed each other and hugged like only old comrades in arms can. Sitting down, I asked “So Sergeant Major, what’s with the interrogation.