P-please ... you have to help..."Cassie's hands feel numb, and she has to look at them to know they are still grasping the bars of the cage. Fear numb... the rest of her. Something about the girl is frightening Cassie beyond comprehension, and only her willpower is keeping her from running away screaming.But it's not in the script. Something else is making her scared, something deep inside herself.Cassie's eyes shift to the latch and will not leave. Her heart pounds in her ears. She draws back. "Dad, when I fainted that day, you didn't react like I would have expected you to. I would have expected you to tell me we had to go home immediately. Why didn't you? Why were you willing to let me stay?" I've wondered when you would ask me that son, and the answer is one maybe you can guess. I feel something in this spot too, though I don't see these lines you do, and I don't really feel the pull you say you do. But I brought you here that first time knowing there was something here, something. At that time she reminded me too much of what I needed to escape. And ... as much as I enjoyed her as a friend and lover, I never ... She kept me at arms length, made it clear we could be good friends but never like boyfriend and girlfriend. So ... I guess I needed a girlfriend, someone I could be intimate with and make love to. That wasn't her." And did you find a girlfriend?" Molly didn't sound jealous, just curious.I chuckled. "More a series of women freshly wounded by recent relationships. For right now, however, you can communicate through your HIAI voice interface.”I thought for a moment, then projected through my HI-AI interface. My voice (was it still my voice, I wondered? What would I sound like when I got my OWN voice back) projected through the speaker. “The pain is manageable, Doctor. When can I begin rehabilitation, and how fast can I go through it? I’ve got things to do and people to see.” His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head. “Normally, we would recommend a MINIMUM.