“The larger the device, the more chances for error. It’s actually a thought I had the other day. Jenny will inhabit your body and you will be insi...e the doll. When I put you, as the doll, inside of here and turn it on, your soul will pass to the bottom of the chamber, carrying along the soul shard itself. I’ve designed a filter that will allow your soul to return to the doll and trap the demon soul in this.” She pulled a crystalline container from beneath the hourglass. “I got the idea for this. "Just stop it!" she cried. "Can't you see what this is doing to her?" Marcus leaned forward. The smile left his face and her looked grim. "I'll stop it when you tell me where your father is bitch!" Don't you see, I don't know!" Lola replied angrily. "What difference does it make anyway?" He doesn't have any money and I'm the professional here."Marcus looked down at Lola's bruised and battered face and laughed. Well, in the first place bitch..." Suddenly Steve's fist came down and caught her. You're welcome. Glad you liked the pic." And as I was leavingjust before I shut her door she added, "And I'm glad you also like myshoes...oh, and my socks." She seemed to emphasize the word socks, andas I glanced back I saw her slipping her pink socks off her feet and Ifelt a little tingle inside. I quickly left as I felt my pen-is start tostir inside my pajamas.As I entered my bedroom I found myself just standing there trying toanalyze everything that had happened in just the last hour or so.. He’d lost that ‘gaunt’ look of a few weeks ago and probably the best news of all, he seemed very happy to have me around. He was humming and whistling, and he’d started moaning about the price of beer, petrol and the amount of litter that was ever growing on our sidewalks and verges, a pet hate of his, and so, if Diane’s words were to be believed, Tommy was getting to be his old self again. One day he sat me down, my hands in his. ‘With the greatest respect to my Diane,’ he began, ‘because I.