I was so busted. By the time I was able to turn around, the door was closed again and Brenda was gone. I collapsed again in another round of tears. ...eedless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night and was up early. I made coffee for Brenda and poured a bowl of cereal for myself. As I ate robotically, my thoughts dwelled upon the horror of living with my mother. I had to make this opportunity work but I couldn‘t see how Brenda would allow me to stay.?Good morning,? Brenda said from behind. I had to get out of here.Robbie turned his attention back to me, and there was no mistaking the malice in his eyes. "That won't work this time, freak." His punch this time struck the other side of my ribcage. Thankfully it was weaker, though it still hurt, and even brought an embarrassing sob out of me.Had my switches failed me? I wondered through the pain that was wracking my body. No, I saw, I could still feel the switches, and they HAD moved. Looking through my pain filled eyes, I could see. As it happens, one of my talents is in the area of origami, specifically in paper plane construction, and not just simple old fold-four-times paper planes, but proper, several sheets of paper (preferably in different colors) perfectly flying creations. And there’s something about seeing paper planes flying very high and far that all little boys, even angry ones, really love. After about 20 minutes of hard work, creating and throwing several tiny aircrafts all over the room, not looking at or. Varick perked up at this, “Just how many different types of energy does the Doctor have?”Thinking a moment Alan stated, “What you usually feel is a type of psychic energy. As you both know this can be fueled by emotions. The thing is I discovered there is also a type of emotional energy. It seems not as hard to achieve though far harder to control. I also found that there is a type of thought energy. Nowhere as hard to master or control.”“I think you were running on both of those when we went.