Well drag it did, it was like it was almost standingstill.Finally I was in Dr. L'Anglois office for our first meeting. She walkedout of her office doo..., and I was struck by her beauty. She was prettierthan my pretty aunt. She was tall, maybe five-ten or eleven. Very welldressed, in a long dark skirt and very pretty blouse. Perfect makeup,which made her dark eyes stand out. Her hair was black and done in a verypretty chin length layered bob styled. She wore a number of rings. And,had a very. There wasn’t much to be done about it. Despite my best effort, I wasn’t a Warden – or at least, we couldn’t admit that I was. I wasn’t the best fighter, or the best navigator, or the best strategist. The Wardens had all of those positions filled. And none of them could run the Keep the way I could. The satisfaction I had been feeling at a job well done just wasn’t enough when I was alone. It wasn’t that I hated my work – I just hated being left behind, separated from friends and family, alone.. "I never knew this was even here!"Carla had just smiled."So... what are we gonna do?" he exclaimed."Well," she said with a curious grin. "We're gonna get you all hooked upin here while I get our camping spot picked out and ready. By the timeyou're done... I should be all set for you."Paul had groaned. "Me? A spa? Carla, I don't think.."But she had insisted...and now here they stood. Before the large signthat read: "Rocky Mountain Spa Service." Below the sign were a number ofdifferent. . no. Not tonight, not so soon. Huh? What's this?Among yourassorted junk in the large zip-up shoulder bag, there is a slim blue ring boundfolder of papers. You've never seen it before - how did it get there? You pullit out, mystified. In its clearspine pocket it bears a typewritten slip of paper: "PATIENTCASE STUDY? -? Jean B.???CONFIDENTIAL" Your eyebrowsrise - that's your name. How....? Some mix up at the clinic? Not as if you aregoing to leave this unopened! Inside thefolder, the cover page.