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Useful Information by Armond 1. A sudden flash of white glittered through the raindrops that flowed down the leaden conservatory windowpane. Though it was late morning, the November storm made it seem like dusk. "I see headlights, he's here!" Seanna exclaimed, her dark auburn hair swishing as she turned from the window to her mother and aunt. The older women nodded serenely back to her, and rose from their dark rosewood card table in the center of the book-filled room. "Go to the door, dear, Una and I will set up the orb," Ula replied. "You're sure about this, Seanna? Last chance?" Una asked, her rosy face a study in calm, as if what they were about to do was an everyday New England event. "Yes, Mother, as I told you and Aunt Ula the other dozen times, I'm sure. I love him ...I think," she said, touching her slender fingers to the cold window, and tracing the car's path as it traveled toward them down the long oak lined mansion driveway. Soggy brown and orange leaves covered the narrow path, sparkling in the headlights of the passing car. "My sixth sense says his spirit is pure, but what if I'm wrong? What if he's all surface and no depth? The next twentyfour hours will tell me for sure." "That's all about you, child, are you courting trouble here?" Una said, arching a red eyebrow. "Have you been honest with him about this? What does he think?" "He thinks it's about doing a huge favor for Deirdre to relieve her pain and ...um ...lots of interesting sex." She lowered her emerald green eyes, "At least that's what I told him." Seanna raised her red-freckled face with a pleading look. "How could I tell him that the Nic Leod clan 'soul bonds' when they marry, for life? He's just starting to learn how strange we are. I can only dole out this stuff a little at a time, or I'll scare him off!" "And what we're doing with the orb won't? That's daffy, daughter," Una said. "Yeah, okay! So it's not logical!" Seanna answered, nervously twirling the ringlets of her auburn hair. "I've put off answering his marriage proposal to the point of embarrassment. Yet, if our souls are to be joined, I have to know that he is THE one; since divorce is not an option. And anyway, Deirdre needs this favor now, not at some convenient future time when I've eased Scott into the Clan's eccentricities." "Well, this is only about helping Deirdre, as far as I'm concerned; please keep that in mind, niece," Ula said, as she rubbed her temples in worry. "She's not been well for so long! She..." Ula stopped talking as Deirdre walked into the conservatory. Dressed in a gray and black herringbone knee length skirt and tight black turtleneck top, she was balancing a silver tray with five slender champagne flutes, filled and bubbling. One held a maraschino cherry. "We'll toast before we do it," Deirdre said, "for luck." Her red- complexioned face looked slightly ashen gray, and as she walked, she staggered and nearly dropped the tray. Ula rushed to help, quickly placing the tray on the rosewood table. Deirdre caught herself on the table. "Honey? Are you okay?" Ula asked, her green eyes scanning her daughter's face. "I'm okay, Mother," Deirdre replied, not meeting Ula's gaze. "Just a little tired is all." "Champagne, cousin? In crystal? Somebody's been planning," Seanna said, winking at Deirdre. "Nice touch with the cherry; that one's for Scott?" "Thanks, and, well, yeah, somebody had to plan something." Deirdre grinned back at her. "And don't be touching the cherry one; it's mine." The two tones of the mansion doorbell chimed. "Get moving, Seanna!" Deirdre said, smiling. "Wouldn't want his clothes getting wet." 2. "I'm proud of you for doing this, it means so much to Deirdre," Seanna said as they walked hand in hand down a long wood-floored hallway, their footsteps echoing. "I like that, making you proud," Scott answered, keeping his blue-gray eyes focused on the dark varnished floors as they walked. "Honestly, I'm not doing this for Deirdre; I'm doing it because you asked me to." She stopped him with a tug of her hand. "Hey! That makes me feel horrible, Scott. I don't want to force you; this is something that should be fun!" He caressed his fingers through the soft ringlets of her hair. "No, you're not forcing me. I mean, I can always run for it, can't I?" he said, smiling thinly. "It's just ...well ...I've got my doubts." "You doubt our ability to do it?" Seanna asked, a red eyebrow arched. "Uh, no, I've seen what Una and Ula can do, with seeing into the future and other things." Scott shuddered recalling the time a mugger confronted them late one night in a movie theater parking lot. Before he could step in front of the women to be the hero, Ula froze the man, instantly, with a wave of her hand. "But Seanna, this isn't natural; it's not something I ever expected to have to consider." He sighed in exasperation. "I'm scared something bad will happen." She stood tiptoe, bringing her pillowed red lips to his for a kiss. "It will work out fine, luv, don't worry," she soothed, pulling away, "it's only for the day. Think of the upside: you'll learn how to pamper a body like the one you admire so much. Only you will be even prettier." He saw the trap. "Prettier? Nope. Deirdre's pretty, there's no doubt of that, but you've got that something extra that is hard to describe, an inner beauty..." In reality, Deirdre and Seanna looked more like twin sisters than cousins. Almost identical, they were the same age and had the same lithe 5'7"ish body frame. Each had the emerald eyes, freckle-fair skin, and auburn hair that must be standard for their strange Gaelic stock. "Oh, you're good, Scotty, nicely done!" She smiled, tugging his hand to start walking again. "Just relax and try to enjoy this; think of the stories you'll tell your kids," she said, stopping in front of the oaken conservatory doorway. "Our kids, right? Why didn't you say it that way?" he asked with a scowl. His face brightened then, "When we do get married, I can't wait to start having 'em. I want a boy and girl, at least! We'll be great parents, Seanna." She squeezed his hand affectionately. "I'm sure we would. But Scott, I've told you that the Nic Leod's only have girl babies." Scott asked himself for the hundredth time how he managed to get involved with this strange and secretive family. Aside from their amazing 'talents' and fabulous wealth, they only produced daughters, and men marrying into it adopted the clan name. Though they started emigrating from their ancestral home on the Isle of Skye centuries ago, they remain close kin and all paid an annual visit to Skye. With a last name of Campbell, Scott appreciated their Gaelic customs, though his own 'clan' hailed only from the highlands of Iowa. "Maybe we'll break the mold and have a son?" he replied hopefully. "Maybe, but doubtful." She reached for the doorknob, "Ready? I insist you have fun with this, and I expect to see you diving into new experiences. I'll be paying close attention to how you react." "You make it sound like an initiation or test," he said, frowning. After a moment, he shrugged. "Just a day, right? Okay, I can do it this." 3. "It worked!" "Of course it worked, Deirdre," Ula replied, lifting her hand from the orb. Una and Seanna had lifted their hands as well; only Scott and Deirdre remained touching the softball sized milky white sphere that rested in a silver tripod atop the rosewood table. The tall man lifted his hand from the orb and held it out to look at, balling and un-balling his fist. He grinned in amazement at the bevy of red- haired women standing around the table: his mother, Seanna, Aunt Una, and Scott. "I feel fantastic!" he exclaimed, flexing his arms, causing his biceps to bulge through his powder blue knit polo shirt. "No pain! None! What a relief! Wow, I'm full of energy! I have to go to a bathroom and check everything out." "Wonderful, 'son', but wait a moment on the body check thing while we sort this out," Ula said. She looked with concern to the younger woman whose hand still rested on the orb. "Scott? Are you okay?" "I ...I guess so." She swayed and placed her hands on the table to steady herself, her auburn red hair ringlets falling forward in front of her eyes. "I'm so tired. That champagne hit harder than I expected. Or hit you harder, Deirdre ...this is ...um ...so confusing. Could I sit down?" "Sure, hun," Seanna said, rushing to her side. Taking her hand, Seanna led her to a overstuffed hunter green chair that stood near the conservatory bookshelves. "Don't worry, Scott," Una comforted, "this was expected. Deirdre's body must be physically exhausted from the pain she's been dealing with. A little rest and you'll be fine. Would you like to go lie down?" "Hmm?" Scott answered, brushing the unfamiliar hair from her face. She slumped into the chair. "Maybe a nap would be good, I'm so sleepy." "Um, Scott?" Seanna giggled. "You're in a skirt now, luv, you may want to think about closing your legs just a tad." "What? Oh ...ohhhhh!" Scott mustered an annoyed look as she brought her legs together. "You had to wear a skirt today, Deirdre? You wore underwear I hope?" "I prefer pants, but Seanna asked me to wear this outfight just for you," he chuckled, "high heels, stockings, the whole nine yards. Wait till you see the panties you have on." Scott yawned. "I'll get you for this, both of you!" she said, grinning weakly. "I just need to lie down. Seanna could you..." "Sure luv, Deirdre and I will take you to her, er, his, I mean your ...room." She pulled Scott up from the chair. Scott rocked in her heels for a moment before righting herself on Seanna's arm. "After you rest maybe we can have some fun, hmm? There are things I want to show you in that body that you have to remember when you are back in your own." Seanna saw a defensive look cross the Scott's petite face. "Woo-hoo, got a rise out of the male ego tucked away in that female body! Don't get prissy, dear, it's just that, when you do that thing with your teeth on my clit, and you think it drives me wild?" "Seanna!" Scott's face turned as red as her new hair. "Your mother is here!" "Oh shush! It's just us girls now, either in body or in spirit. Anyway, I want to show you why it's not as great as you think," Seanna said, leading Scott into the hallway. Deirdre bounded after them in his new 6'4" body, like a stumbling puppy dog. 4. "She's so cute all curled up like that. This is what I look like?" Seanna smiled and nodded yes. "You're positive you are pain free, Deirdre?" "Yup, completely, like an enormous weight has been lifted. Scott is so great to do this." "I'm kind of fond of him too. I mean her," she sighed. "I guess we'll be tangled up in pronouns until you switch back. How long will the sleeping pills last?" "She should sleep until early evening. Are you ready to go?" Seanna nodded 'yes' again. "I feel guilty about this, but it's my one chance to know what it is about Scott I'm in love with. Let's grab an early lunch and head over to his ...uh, I mean, your place. I want to see how Scott's body performs with you at the helm." Deirdre felt an unfamiliar hardening in his pants and stared down in amazement. "Lunch? Who needs that? But shouldn't we tell our mothers?" "They'll only try to stop us. Let's call them from the car." "Lead on then, cousin, I'm along for the ride." 5. Throbbing head - sounds, words - someone was shaking Scott. "Honey? Can you sit up? We need to talk." "Whaa?" Scott mumbled, opening bloodshot green eyes. Ula saw from Scott's befuddled look, that she had no idea where, or who, she was. "You are in Deirdre's room, in Deirdre's bed, in Deirdre's body," Ula said matter-of-factly. Scott groggily felt her face and body. She discovered she was wearing a short white satin nightgown. "How'd I get in this shing," she slurred. "Deirdre and Seanna put you in it. I've brought a cup of tea to wake you up." "Where's Seanna?" Scott asked, still slurring. "I won't beat around the bush, dear, Seanna is with Deirdre. I expect they are having lunch at the moment, and plan to return to your place afterwards." "I don't understand," Scott said drowsily. "Why isn't she here? She said we would..." "She said a good many things. But what she and Deirdre did was drug you. They expect you to sleep for many hours, I'm sure." "Drug me?" Scott struggled to open her emerald eyes wider. "Why?" "She wanted to analyze whether she was in love with your body or your soul. She needed you out of your body to test this," Ula continued in pragmatic New England staccato. "Deirdre and Seanna will be doing a number of ...intimate things ...over the next half a dozen hours. Then she was going to spend the remaining hours with you to finish her test." Scott struggled to grasp what Ula was saying, shaking her head to clear imaginary cobwebs. As she did, dark auburn ringlets fell in front of her face. "She's going to be having sex? With Deirdre? In my body? This whole thing about Deirdre's pain was made up?" Ula gently pulled Scott's hair away from her face. "No, Deirdre truly needs help, and that is what I want to talk to you about. You see, several months ago, she developed some psychic blockage with her 'family talent' that caused it to build in her with no release outlet." As the sleeping pill drowsiness faded, Scott started to feel sensations from her new body. Unconsciously, she ran her hands over the slick material of her gown. Next, her hands traveled to her breasts, which she cupped and gently squeezed. "That lack of release..." Ula stopped to stare at Scott. "Umm, dear, are you listening?" Scott nodded 'yes', and, realizing where her hands were, deliberately put them by her side. "Pay close attention, this is important," Ula reprimanded. "That lack of release caused her to have intense pain throughout her body, and her doctor prescribed OxyContin. Over time, Deirdre started taking more and more of the painkiller and became hooked. I grew aware of her habit as she withdrew tens of thousands of dollars from her trust account." Without thinking, Scott's hands roved again, this time under the bedspread and between her legs. "Scott! Please stop that and listen! Put your hands where I can see them!" Scott's hands shot out of the blanket and her face reddened in embarrassment. "Look, dear, I imagine the new sensations you are having are overwhelming, but I must have your undivided attention. This is a matter of life and death. My doctor told me that OxyContin is a powerful opiate, and the dosage Deirdre takes is lethal in horses." "Well, that's horrible, Ula, but what has this to do with me? She should be checked into a clinic." Scott paused as the meaning sunk home. "That means ...I'm addicted?" "The body you are in is, yes. When Deirdre returns to it, she will be checked into a clinic. She must come off the drug first. You see, the withdrawal effects for OxyContin are the same as heroin; severe nausea, body chills and sweats, and possibly paranoia. In short, she could become violent and if her talent returns under those conditions, she could harm or kill someone." "Okay, but I still don't know what this has to do with ..." Scott paused again, "Wait! You want ...me to go through the withdrawal?" Ula slowly nodded her head 'yes'. "But doesn't it take days and days for something like that? I remember reading that for heroin, it was living hell and people sometimes committed suicide." "Normally the withdrawal could take many days. However, you've seen one of my talents, I know, the night I 'froze' that nasty young man in the parking lot. What I actually did was slow time down for him, rather than freezing him. I have the ability to, oh, alter the pace of time on a local level. It's a very small area that I can affect. What I would do for you is speed time up in Deirdre's body to burn through the drug faster. It will intensify the withdrawal symptoms, but the OxyContin residual will be burned off, I think, in about a day's worth of real time." "So, while Seanna lied to me and is having sex with Deirdre in my body, you want me to go through a condensed heroin withdrawal? Why on earth would I agree to that?" A worried look crossed her face, "Are you going to force me?" "No!" Ula answered, her voice raised in a shocked tone. "You must think us awful!" Ula took Scott's hand in hers. "The choice truly is yours. If you say no, we'll let the day play out as Seanna intended. I know this is a terrible thing to be asked to do, but Una has looked into Deirdre's possible futures, and if Deirdre doesn't end her addiction, she will die. We, Ula and I, chose you because we believe you are strong enough to do this." "But this isn't fair! Why didn't someone just ask me? I might have said yes without question. No one gave me the chance. This is all so dishonest." "We couldn't let Deirdre or Seanna know any of this or they would have refused to let you do it," Ula said with a disappointed look. "So your answer is no?" "Deirdre really needs this, as in life-or-death needs this?" Ula's face brightened a bit. "Yes, she desperately needs to be off this evil stuff." "What could I expect? Will it be life threatening? Why do you have to speed this up? Why not let the withdrawal take the normal amount of time?" "My doctor said it's like flu on steroids. And, yes, it will be even worse because we will be speeding it. We have to speed it up for your sake; Deirdre is physically AND psychologically addicted, you see. She'll be tempted to start taking the drug in your body, the longer she is in it. The withdrawal isn't life threatening, but it will be hard, and you might need to be hospitalized." Ula paused, her green eyes looking anxiously into Scott's matching green eyes. "So, will you?" Scott solemnly nodded her head 'yes.' "I ...don't know how I could say no ...I mean ...I can't let her die! I'll do this, Ula, let me help." Ula closed her eyes in silent prayer, with tears running down her face. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. I've been so torn up watching my baby slowly waste away." She leaned over and kissed Scott on her cheek. "Okay, when I raise my hands, you'll feel funny for a moment, and then it will start. I'll be here to help you the whole time, and Una will too. When this kicks in, and things get hectic, I may call you Deirdre by mistake. I know it's you in there, but I am her mother, and when I see my baby suffering, I'm feeling not thinking. Anyway, you ARE my daughter now, at least partly. So, are you ready?" "Yes, better do it before I come to my senses," Scott smiled tightly. "Good!" Ula held her palms toward Scott. She closed her eyes in concentration. Scott involuntarily grabbed her ears as a high-pitched buzzing filled her head. After a moment, the buzzing stopped, and Scott lowered her hands. Her face turned perceptibly whiter, and suddenly she grabbed her stomach and curled into a ball on the bed. "Una!" Ula yelled, "it's begun!" 6. "Could I have another side order of bacon?" Deirdre asked the elderly waitress with semi blue hair. "Certainly, hun, can I warm up your coffee, too?" When Deirdre nodded an enthusiastic 'yes' and held up his empty mug, Seanna shook her head. "Well, 'Scott,' it seems we're a hungry boy, aren't we?" "It's like there's no bottom to his stomach!" the waitress said to Seanna after she filled the mug. "Would you like a breakfast steak too? There are still other things on the menu you haven't ordered." Seanna couldn't take her eyes off him; the way he moved his lips when he talked, held his body, moved his eyes, or breathed even, was so different from Scott. It suddenly hit her: she didn't feel the same attraction to Deirdre in Scott's body that she had for Scott. What was it about Scott, in his body that made him so appealing? How odd that she should be sitting with Scott's body in front of her and she would be missing him. Seanna checked her wristwatch. "Uh, 'Scott'? Let's go over to 'your place' and hang out awhile." "The nice lady hasn't brought me my bacon," he answered, in a voice that sounded vaguely like a pout. "Okay, but let's not take too long, I'd hate for Sleeping Beauty to wake and not find me there. Think how pissed Scott would be if she found out I ditched her for an eating marathon at Das Waffel Haus." "I don't know why, but food tastes really good in Scott's mouth. His taste buds must be better than mine, or maybe it's because I can pig out without guilt." "Not to criticize, but you are overdoing it just a little. You'll make yourself sick if you eat too much." Deirdre suddenly grew despondent. "I do have that problem... of overdoing... overindulging." The thought passed. "So I suppose you'd object to me ordering another short stack? "I don't want to shorten your fun in test driving Scott's tasting equipment, Deirdre, but I thought what you really wanted to tryout was Scott's *ahem* other equipment. I don't want to short change you there either!" First, a sheepish grin, then, a look of confusion, crossed Deirdre face. "What? What's wrong?" Seanna asked. "Wow! First my 'equipment' shot up like a tree at just the mention of sex, and then those six cups of coffee hit my bladder." "Loads more information than I needed, Deirdre." "You don't understand! I'm still hard! How am I going to pee? I point it down to pee, right? But if it is sticking straight up, how will that work?" Seanna rolled her eyes. "Why don't you go to the little boy's room and work out that logistical problem all on your own, Deirdre. Hurry back, though, I want to get going so we'll have plenty of time at Scott's place to use that equipment for more than just peeing!" 7. "All done?" Ula asked, compassion and worry mixing equally in her voice. Scott weakly nodded 'yes', and then coughed again. Ula gently lifted Scott's head from the toilet bowl; her mouth was still wet from vomiting, although she had thrown up so many times that all that came out was a small amount of bile. Dressed only in white cotton panties, Scott started to shiver. "Let me get you into bed and covered up, dear," Ula said, and with a grunt, she carried the exhausted woman to Deirdre's old four-post canopy bed. "How are you doing, Scott?" "After ten hours straight of throwing up and diarrhea, I'd say this part feels pretty much the same in this body as it does in my own." Ula smiled at the stab at humor. It was a good sign; she was hanging tough. Ula was developing a deep respect for Scott. She was worried though; Scott had lost a lot of liquid and hadn't kept anything down. Her green eyes looked sunken and lethargic. "You're doing great, dear. Although it's only been about four hours in real time, it's more like sixteen, from the hyper time you are feeling. Can you try to drink more water?" Scott wearily nodded 'yes,' but added with a sigh, "It'll just come right back up again." 8. "So how do I get this thing back up?" Deirdre asked, with a goofy grin on his face. "It happened so fast! My god! The feeling a man has is incredible! The orgasm is concentrated right there! I don't know how guys have any control at all!" "Scott does pretty well at it," Seanna said with a tinge of frustration. "I'm sorry ...that wasn't much fun for you, was it?" Deirdre asked rolling on his side to look at Seanna. They lay side by side, naked on Scott's King size bed. "Not to worry ...you're new at it. Anyway, that body has given me plenty of wonderful moments and it will again. You should just enjoy the experience." Deirdre scratched the hair on his chest. "If I were in this body for any length of time, I'd shave this fur off." "It might be funny if you did that anyway," Seanna said mischievously as she ran her fingers over his chest. "Can you imagine the look on his face?" Seanna continued to gently stroke his chest as she thought about Scott so sweetly curled up back at the mansion. She smiled impishly again when she imagined the surprised look Scott would have when she woke her the way she planned. "Um, Seanna? It's, uh, back up again. I swear it has a mind of its own! How about we go one more time?" "A mind of its own and doing the thinking for your body, hmm? Where have I heard this before?" 9. "Talk to me, honey!" Ula said to Scott, before giving her sister a worried look. "C-can't s-stop shaking," Scott answered, her body convulsing. "Can't s- stop..." "Is she chilled again, Ula?" Una whispered to her sister, her red eyebrows furrowed. "We're seven hours into this or so, but with the hyper time she's feeling, it's more like day two for her. So I don't know if it's from the withdrawal or dehydration," Ula answered in a low tone. "Did you see any of this when you looked at the future potentials?" "You know it's never that specific, I can see possible whens and hows, but never why," Una replied, shaking her head. "Maybe you should bring her body back to real time?" "What are you s-saying? Why are you whispering? Something's wrong!" Scott cried, her eyes taking on a sudden wild look. "Calm down, Scott," Ula soothed, stoking her cheek. "You're showing signs of paranoia; remember we talked about this as one of the withdrawal symptoms? Try to stay focused." "I'm dying aren't I?" Scott clutched Ula's hand tightly. "Don't let me die!" "I'll never let you die, my darling," Ula answered in a choked voice. She held the shaking girl fast in a fierce hug. "Let's get her to the hospital! Una, make the call! Tell them we're on our way!" "Already have, dear." "I swear, Sister, between the two of us, you got the better talent." "If knowing when and how you and everyone you love may die is better," Una growled. "Let's take care of the poor girl now and debate this another time, shall we, Sister?" "And I'm sure you know precisely when that time will be, too," Ula replied, as she hurriedly dressed Scott for the ride to the hospital. 9. Seanna heard the sound of the automatic garage door opener kick on, and ran to the kitchen door with Deirdre loping close behind. "Mother! Where is Scott? We got home about an hour and a half ago and the place was deserted." Una placed her car keys on the antique wooden key board behind the kitchen door and hung her turquoise raincoat and matching hat on the coat tree. "Oh, hello, dears. You've enjoyed you day, I hope?" Una calmly touched up her bun with her hands, re-twisting and pinning her red hair so that it dropped down to the nape of her slightly freckled neck. "Yes. Fine. Great. So where is Scott?" "She's in the hospital," Una said. Seeing their wide-eyed looks, she quickly added, "Don't worry, the worst is over, she's resting comfortably." "But what happened to her?" Seanna exclaimed. "She needed to be hospitalized because she was getting so dehydrated. She came through the withdrawal ordeal extremely well. Scott's spirit is strong." "Withdrawal? I don't understand," Seanna said, confused. Una picked up the teakettle and walked to the sink to fill it with water. "Dear, we asked Scott to undergo a drug withdrawal, and she graciously said 'yes.' Ula sped time up for her so that the equivalent of several days have passed for her body." "Mother, please! A drug withdrawal? What are you talking about?" "She's talking about my addiction to painkillers," Deirdre said softly, his shoulders slumping. "I left enough of the drug in my body so there would be no problem for Scott several hours. Mother must have found out how badly I was addicted, figured I wasn't strong enough to handle the withdrawal, and asked Scott. Is that about the size of it?" "Yes, that, plus in many of your futures, I saw you dying by drug overdose," Una answered, looking into Deirdre's blue-gray eyes. Her own emerald green eyes started to tear. She turned away from and placed the kettle on a burner. "She had no right to ask Scott to do this!" Deirdre said, his face reddening from shame and anger. "She's your mother, she had every right!" Una answered sharply, looking first at Deirdre and then at Seanna. "Oh my poor Scott," Seanna nearly cried. "Which hospital is she in? I've got to go to her." "Visiting hours are over, dear, you'll have to wait until tomorrow morning." Una walked calmly to the pantry and withdrew a green box of Irish Breakfast Tea. "Let's all sit down together, have a hot cuppa, and talk about what the future holds next." 10. Scott opened his eyes and looked down on the woman lying in the hospital bed with an IV attached to her arm. He breathed a deep sigh of relief and took his hand off the orb. Patting his face and body in disbelief, he said, "It's nice to be home!" Deirdre lifted her hand too and then opened her eyes. Gently, Una took the milky white orb, wrapped it in a thick navy blue velvet sack, and placed the sack in her large handbag. "I feel like crap!" Deirdre announced. "What did you do to my body?" "Got the shit beat out of me!" Scott answered with a chuckle. "Hey! ...look, I have to get out of here ...I need to grab some sleep. Even though my body seems rested, I'm exhausted. And ...well ...this has all been incredibly strange. I need to go home, watch some TV, and for a while, pretend this never happened. You four need some alone family time, anyway." He looked at the green hospital gown Deirdre wore and grinned, "Sorry I couldn't leave you in as nice a gown as you left me in." Scott took Deirdre's hand in his own, "Promise me..." "I've packed a bag..." Deirdre interrupted in anticipation "...and I'll go directly from this hospital into the detox clinic that Una has arranged for me. I'll beat this, Scott, I won't let you down." Her weary eyes grew wet, "I have no words that could thank you enough. I absolutely loved the time in your body, and I'll never be able to repay you for what you did in mine." Ula stood and hugged Scott fiercely. "My daughter said it, Scott; I can never thank you enough. You're part of us now." Scott smiled, hugged Una goodbye also, and then ...gave a Seanna a stern look. "We need to talk." They walked into the hospital hallway and down to the far end near the elevator bank and window. Una and Ula stood in Deirdre's hospital room doorway and spied on the couple from a distance. They watched Seanna talking and making open sweeping gestures to Scott with her arms. Scott stood away from her with his arms crossed. "Well?" Una asked. "Well, she must be telling him how impressed she was by what he did and ...oh look, she's grabbed his hands," Ula answered. "She'd better be telling him how much she loves him," Una grumbled. "Yeah, but he's having none of it," Ula said, as they watched Scott pull his hands away and gesture as he talked, like a debater making points. Seanna hung her head and Scott turned and walked into an open elevator. When the door closed, Seanna slowly walked back. Tears streamed down her rosy face. "What happened, hun," Una asked sweetly. "I said I learned from the switch that he was the one for me. I told him I would marry him." "Umm-hmm," Una said, wrapping her arms around her daughter's shoulders. "And he said?" "He said he wanted to step back a bit and think about things. He said that he had been ready to commit to me without hesitation, but I had needed this elaborate test to make up my mind about him. Then he said I lied to him, drugged him and I cheated on him, though he hadn't sorted that part out entirely, since it was his body that was involved in the cheating. Last, he told me I needed to do some growing up!" Seanna looked at Una with tearful green eyes. "Was it the exhaustion talking, Momma, or have I lost him?" "Don't know, dear," Una said. "Let's go sit with Deirdre and talk this through when we are home" Seanna nodded numbly, but her eyes still glistened. "I have haven't I? I've lost the one person I could be happy with!" Seanna wiped the tears from her face, tried to put on a semi smile, and walked into the room to sit beside Deirdre's bed. "Well?" Ula whispered, "Has she?" "Oh, time will tell, you know..." Una answered vaguely. "Anyway, it was about damn time someone other than me told my daughter that. Maybe she'll listen to him." "You know, don't you? You've seen what will happen!" "I've seen different possibilities ...do you want to hear them?" "No! You know my thoughts on this; I don't want to know the future unless there is a real danger to our daughters. Like with Deirdre's addiction," Ula said firmly. "There is no danger to them, right?" "Danger? I wouldn't call it danger, not exactly..." "Okay then!" Ula said and covered her hands with her ears. "Don't tell me another word ...except ...is what happens a good something or a bad something?" "Well, I don't want to spoil it for you, Sister. What I will say is that what happens next could really be interesting!" Ula rolled her eyes. "That describes every day for us, Sis." "True enough," Una nodded, "I suppose I should say, incredible, mind- blowing, never-in-a-million-years interesting!" "Will you please shut up?" Ula nearly shouted. "I swear, you are the meanest husband that got turned into a sister that I've ever had!" (fin?)