Chrissy's heart started pumping blood into her husband and absorbing the return flow. He had transferred from dependence on his mother to dependence o... his wife.Now supported by Chrissy's blood, his body cut off the circulation to the umbilical cord. Chrissy was still pretty uncomfortable, but the panic was gone, and now her mother unfastened the restraints that had held her arms. As custom required, Chrissy and Katie now joined hands, and Katie asked if she agreed to love and honor her son as. Would he feel the relief of unburdening his tortured soul, or would he retreat further into his safe place?They looked around anxiously when they heard his door open. He shuffled into the kitchen, his boxers, T-shirt, and shaggy hair damp and sticking to his pale skin after a night of tossing, turning and sweating in his sleep. He hadn’t had one of his nightmares in his drugged sleep, but he looked anything but rested.Anton looked at Eric and said, “I have bad headache. You have aspirin?”Rhonda. Candice usually visited her husband’s grave every weekend. Fearing hungry wolves, Candice took her magic baton with her for protection just in case any emergency happened. The wrought iron gate of the cemetery was shut but not locked. The rusted gate squeaked and offered some resistance before giving way to Candice’s push. After opening the gate, Candice proceeded towards the tombstone of her late husband’s grave. It read: John Robert Martin12, January, 1982 -- 15, March, 2015To have known you. " Yeah. Disappointed?"I looked at her. All olive skin and grin. She was wearing a thin dark blue dress, and it didn't extend too far down her legs. Her eyes sparkled in the light from the door. Of course I was. "Um ... yeah, actually."She leaned over, lifted herself, and kissed me on the cheek. "We'll just have to be friends then, won't we." Sure." And you know what the first thing friends do is, right?" Ah, no?" Swim."Jude jumped, and I looked over. She was smiling at me. "Who said swim?".