I heard her steps and realized she'd stood. "You will, and you will right now," she said, slightly further away. I could picture her almost pacing. Bu... why was she seeming so put out? Was it a tactic, to get me to act? If so, it was succeeding. I found my fingers on my pants, fumbling. "Yes," said Ms. Dailey, her voice suddenly sounding distant as if she were thinking out loud. "Go on," she added, more focused. I undid them. "The underpants too." It wasn't enough for her that my pants were. He surely cannot mean…. No I cannot write it. No more could I permit it.…..Can I doubt it? Could I stand before JVH and say I didn’t know what S(igmund). intended? No. The knowledge was in my heart and mind and I crushed it, refusing to let it emerge into the light of day, where it never belonged.He welcomed me not as Fr. Freud but as Mama, and I stood meek as he undressed me and assisted me onto the table. I pretended all was as it had been before, physician and patient, although he did not. On this, the lady told Rahul that he had the royal blood running through his veins for a year or so (1 year on Rosamalia = 9 years on Earth). The kingdom of Rosamalia was attacked once and to save the Prince, the Queen ordered to send him to a distant star system where he would be safe.Hearing this, Rahul got confused and asked if he was one of them, why didn’t he look like them? The lady replied, “You were given a special chemical which made you look like human species. But..”“But what. The energy was contagious, like just being a part of the music. The song went on for a very long time. They seemed to be improvising, each of the musicians taking their turn and when it finally stopped they got great applause and I asked again, ‘Who are they?’ Alicia took a flyer out of her bag that had a SummerStage calendar on it and it said, ‘John Batiste & Stay Human.’ I thought to myself, Now there is a good goal for me. I’m gonna stay human, I’m gonna stay among the humans. After a few.