She locked herself in, with a loud click."You have no place to store the key, so I'll hold it for you," said Thomas as he left.When she tried to sleep... everything felt strange. The bars underneath her were in new places, and the light from the room shone on the opposite side of her face.After some time adjusting, she finally got back to sleep.Again, she had strange dreams.She was in a large dark room, on her knees, worshiping an eight foot tall golden idol. The statue was shaped like Master. Scott marshalled them and led off towards the hall-house. The St Andrew's day celebration was still underway and Scott's group's eyes were growing wider as they took it all in. As they neared the hall, people began to stare and the music and revelry died away.Gabrain leapt to his feet and rushed forward."Scott what is wrong, I thought you were going back..."His voice trailed off as he took in the clothes and glazed looks on the people who were with Scott."You've already been? And returned?" Yes. He grabbed the pills out of her hand and slid open the package. The package was brand new, no pills were missing yet. Margret volunteered. ?I started taking them again tomorrow.? Thick closed the packet reading the doctors name on the outside of the case. He than slipped it into his jacket pocket than starred at Margret and said. ?Your going to stop taking these as of right now. Do you understand?? Margret had tears in her eyes as she nervously replied. ?Yes.? Thick added. ?I know this. He was going to talk, and that meant my job was to listen and look good.That was my specialty. Sex, and looking good for my brother. I existed to get my brother off. Anything else was irrelevant.“You remember I dated Kelly for about a year? Well when she heard about my condition, she wasn’t as supportive as you were.”I couldn’t help but smile. I loved knowing that I was a good sister. A good sister supports her brother, no matter what.A good sister does everything she is told.“And so I did.