Do you know what time it is?" asked Cassi entering the bedroom of the mansion and addressing the departmental medical examiner who was kneeling beside...the virtually nude body."Now Cassi," grinned the slightly overweight fifty-four year old, "would I pull you out of bed at two am for just any old dead body?" It's after three am and I suspect you'd delight in spoiling my chance at a good night's sleep." Cassi didn't add that she and Linda had hardly been sleeping and probably wouldn't for some. “Look Alan I am of no damn use like I am, anything we can do that will help me to be normal as I can get, I am willing to try.” Truda told him; though her face was grim, Alan could see gladness in her eyes that he was willing to help her.Alan concentrated and called the others, “I have to go back into Truda’s mind. That bastard still has a hold on her she can’t grow stronger he has something in her to stop it. Please stay near when I go in I may need one or more of you.” They all nodded as Alan. At the local pub over the course of the night my friends all found someone and I had resigned to the fact that I probably wouldnt find anyone until a young guy in his mid 20’s approached me. He said my friends has told him about my change and he was very complementary saying I looked pretty convincing. Over the next hour or so we spoke in the pub about everything from jobs, hobbies and eventually if we were both single which we both were. He hinted that he would love to have a night with a. He thought for a moment, looked up at me, set the phone on the table, punched in the number, and put it on speaker. “Special Agent Baxter.”“Mitch Conner.” So far, I thought, these two aren’t too much into small talk.“You have this on speaker, it sounds like. Is she there, too?”“Catherine? Yes, she is. The only reason for your need to contact me would be about her case.”“True. Okay ... we need to meet here in our offices and the sooner the better. I think we should plan on at least a half day.