He thought he was talking to another professor.After Thomas helped the professor to bed, he wondered if the Jenkins was just rambling on or was tellin... the truth. The professor continued that he hid the invention because he did not want it falling into the wrong hands and that it could speed up the user so that it appeared time had stopped. Thomas rolled his eyes.After Professor Jenkins fell asleep, Thomas looked at the clock. He had an hour before the Professor's daughter would come relieve. Their attacks rebounded leaving only small nicks and mars. A sword snapped against my proxy.I swept the proxy’s blade before it, killing more as I controlled the puppet towards the bards. If I could smile, I would. I was untouchable. Their musical magic couldn’t harm me. I was beyond them. I charged at another group. They scattered, their music faltering, their symphony ended. The iron puppet crushed any defenders in my proxy’s path.The resonating stopped attacking my body. I flowed into it. John looked to the sound and saw a man wearing the telltale coat of a doctor. Immediately he had hundreds of questions.“Where am I? Who are you? What happened? Why can’t I move?” He rattled of questions as quick as he could.The doctor smiled grimly.“You are at the Duke Raleigh hospital in North Carolina. I am the doctor who has been looking over you for the past week, and I have some bad news.” He replied.“North Carolina? How did I get here? And what happened?” John asked.“You were airlifted. She reached around her back and sought out his balls. Her hands were going to give them another, thorough going over; she intended to leave them sore, empty and not about to forget her in a hurry ! She squeezed them playfully and Dave winced, noticably."I don't believe they're really empty." Her statement had an element of threat attached to it."You emptied them !" This typified the playful exchanges they were having, menace and fun in equal measure."They feel like there's more in there, and I.