As you can read in its thoughts, it is only now beginning to suspect that the survivors and encampment were a simple illusion we placed in their minds..." thought the Magistrate. Their voice sounded higher. A female of the species?"You're not speaking, yet I can hear you," said Pike."You will note the confusion as it reads our thought transmissions," the Magistrate thought. Vessels on the side of its head pulsated.Pike replied, "All right then, telepathy. You can read my mind. I can read yours.. I became angry at myself for being so scared of every little thing in this world, for being a wimp, for only having the courage to touch him when he wanted to hear my words too. God, it was so frustrating to see how stupid I have been. Stupid, stupid little hang ups that just make me unhappy, that make us unhappy. ‘Damn.’ I said aloud. ‘Damn. Damn. Damn!’ The remainder of the week went in the same feelings. For the life of me I could not understand why it had been so difficult for me to speak. I stayed up till I was exhausted and absolutely needed to go to sleep. I made it through the night either without a nightmare or at least without waking up to one. I headed to school and was sad but not surprised when Elizabeth was not there waiting for me. I felt so alone there without her and I made it through the morning in a haze. At lunch time Scott found me and pulled me aside and asked me could he talk to me. I was reluctant but agreed. “Did you talk to the police,” he asked?“Yes,”. We each ordered our fantasy breakfast. It was in celebration of being alive. Not only is sex better after a close call, so is most everything else. That is true at least for a few hours.I personally had pancakes with fruit, eggs scrambled very soft, hash brown which were stringy and crisp, link sausages, and toast. We had a few words with the waitress because she kept saying you know that will cost extra. But nobody cared at that point, so she finally was convinced that my motley looking crew,.