10-28-2020, 12:58 PM
Delia, woozy from the drama, stood and watched as this eight-foot-tall creature made
its way across the floor to disappear behind a huge room divider. Grunting and growling
with every step. Two of the many scientists came over to assist Gail and Delia. They were
both very young and pretty. Interns most likely. They both carried with them folding metal chairs
for the worse-for-wear guests. The dark haired girl offered Delia a seat while the redhead knelt
down to attend to Ms. Atwood. Delia's mind was in free-fall. What on Earth could be going on behind
that damned divider!
Delia sat and watched the lovely ginger-haired girl bring Gail back to life. It was nothing more than
an act of compassion, down on one knee, lifting Gail's weary head with one hand while gently stroking
her cheek with the other. It worked. Atwood slowly opened her eyes to witness this angel smiling
down upon her.
"You'll be fine, ma'am. I have a chair for you. Would you like to sit?" asked the sweet voice.
Gail was completely lost. She had no idea which end was up.
"Yes, yes thank you. Thank you" she gasped quietly.
With the girl's help Gail made it onto the chair. It felt like climbing a mountain.
Another attractive young lady approached with two small glasses of water.
"Ladies" she offered with a smile. Delia took one in hand, Gail hesitated.
"It's just water. It'll help" the girl reassured.
Gail reluctantly grabbed for the glass. It weighed so heavy in her hand. Like a boulder.
It was at that moment that the figure of a woman began making her way towards Gail
and Delia. It couldn't be! But it was. Vickie Meyer! Looking just as she did before. How was
it possible? This must be some sort of bad dream, a nightmare! It just didn't make any kind
of sense at all.
This was only the beginning.
its way across the floor to disappear behind a huge room divider. Grunting and growling
with every step. Two of the many scientists came over to assist Gail and Delia. They were
both very young and pretty. Interns most likely. They both carried with them folding metal chairs
for the worse-for-wear guests. The dark haired girl offered Delia a seat while the redhead knelt
down to attend to Ms. Atwood. Delia's mind was in free-fall. What on Earth could be going on behind
that damned divider!
Delia sat and watched the lovely ginger-haired girl bring Gail back to life. It was nothing more than
an act of compassion, down on one knee, lifting Gail's weary head with one hand while gently stroking
her cheek with the other. It worked. Atwood slowly opened her eyes to witness this angel smiling
down upon her.
"You'll be fine, ma'am. I have a chair for you. Would you like to sit?" asked the sweet voice.
Gail was completely lost. She had no idea which end was up.
"Yes, yes thank you. Thank you" she gasped quietly.
With the girl's help Gail made it onto the chair. It felt like climbing a mountain.
Another attractive young lady approached with two small glasses of water.
"Ladies" she offered with a smile. Delia took one in hand, Gail hesitated.
"It's just water. It'll help" the girl reassured.
Gail reluctantly grabbed for the glass. It weighed so heavy in her hand. Like a boulder.
It was at that moment that the figure of a woman began making her way towards Gail
and Delia. It couldn't be! But it was. Vickie Meyer! Looking just as she did before. How was
it possible? This must be some sort of bad dream, a nightmare! It just didn't make any kind
of sense at all.
This was only the beginning.
