"I hardly know where to begin, Raoul. Please, I need to think. I am sorry, but..." Whatever you need, Erik. After all, what are friends for anyway?"Th... young man smiled gently, moved to the other side of the corridor and leaned against the wall. He folded his arms across his chest and after silently observing his friend, cocked his head thoughtfully."Take all the time you require, but if you should need an ear to bend, I am always willing."Erik smiled gratefully at his friend."I know, Raoul.. I think I need to show you. Tell me if any of this looks familiar." I closed my eyes and concentrated and suddenly we were back in the bank. I was looking at Allison as the guy with the gun was getting on her about staying awake. I even felt my rage at his mistreatment of her."Stop," Allison's voice came from nowhere. "Shannon, did you feel that?" Yeah, he's pissed at the way that guy's treating you." He's so sweet. But we've never felt anything when he's done this replay thing before. I just. He thought he never wanted to see an accidentally revealed breast again.Martha's friends' reaction was different; they shunned her, as though losing a parent might be a transmissible disease. Only a couple of the boys still wanted to date her, but they also assumed that with her mother gone her knickers would come off much more easily than before. She had no time for them at all; she had given up all idea of university and decided she would stay at home and look after her father until he no. She saw the railroad tracks curving out of sight less than half a mile down the rail-bed, and she realized her mom was worried about the bright headlamp of a train appearing around the curve coming toward them. Trea looked down the tracks in the other direction as her dad cursed the traffic and shouted: “Move!" Down the tracks to her left were two teen-aged girls, each walking barefoot down their respective rail with their arms reaching across the ties holding hands and steadying each other as.