“No. You are not to move faster than a brisk walk while on campus. You are banned from climbing walls, leaping from buildings, jumping over things, ...nd running,” the woman said.“Can you do that?” Betsy asked trying to read the papers while they were inside the envelope.“We can, and we have,” the woman answered.“Who are you?”The woman answered, “I’m Stella Bergen, an attorney for the university.”“Are you a good lawyer?”“Yes.”“I know a great lawyer,” Betsy said.“I’m sure you do,” Stella said.“Do. We will just carry on the same as we always have. Everyone knows that you have lived here with your Grandma and I for years.” A couple of nights later I had just taken a shower and slipped into bed to read. There was a light tap on the bedroom door and I said, “Come in,” knowing that it could only be Pa. He pushed the door open and came in wearing his pyjamas, ready for bed. “May I sit on your bed darling?” “Of course Pa.” He sat there for a few moments, not saying anything. Then he leaned over. They’re only just finishing their latest research, which included the storm that brought you.”“So how are they predictable?” Tom asked, “Planetary orbits?”“I’m not fully convinced, but that is roughly the line of thought. They publish very little of their findings.”Tom realised his thoughts may be on the right track. “Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many conspiracy theorists over every historical or scientific fact. If you’re not convinced, what would be your conspiracy theory?” “Oh, it. She grabbed the cards and her computer and I got two beers out of the fridge. (Now I know you all just want me to jump to the sex stuff, but this is all important to the story as this would have been one of my all time favorite dates, even if we hadn’t slept together, so I am going to tell the story in its full.) We sat listening to music and playing cards for almost 2 hours just talking about everything from music, movies, books, what our futures might hold; to what our dreams and goals were..