"Caring for another human being ... yes, Lisa.  That is not hard for me, but hard to express.  I have difficulty simply caring for another human being, but that is because when I open myself up to them - I can feel everything they feel.  Like the woman at the station; when she hugged me, she was expressing love.  She was confused in her mind why she freely gave me one; thankfully, I think her marriage will be much better now that her family is in tact again."  Samuel continued to swim around; he had heard of minds that sometimes met so that the hypnotist could be seen in his trance.  He was not sure if he could see her in his vision's mind, but he was still aware that she was communicating with him, talking with him.<br/><br/>"Do you know why some people love Mary, the mother of God?  Because she is like the mother you've never had.  I think, Lisa, you are like the mother I never had.  And I'm afraid of what that means.  And I believe we are meant to be friends and we are meant to be there for each other."<br/><br/>His head sometimes moved from side to side when he felt fear or agitation; the hypnotism sessions could be intense, but Lisa had taught him that when he was in the waters to slow down and stop if necessary, to keep the trance, and to keep from being overwhelmed by the experience.<br/><br/>"I can't read Lydel too well, Lisa.  She is a good cop, a good person.  I just know when you and her are together in the same room, it is like she admires you.  And she only yells or gets frustrated with you because she wants to be friends and is having a hard time professionally.  Maybe she feels more than that, but I've not spent enough time with her.  I can't believe it, Lisa ... my gifts are flowing ... I can perceive things and understand things like ... like, when I was a child.  Trust?"  He began to cry slightly, but brushed away the tears.<br/><br/>He explained to her that every time she got mad, he wanted to hug her and ask for her forgiveness.  That every time he couldn't speak, he wanted to just let it all out, all of his thoughts.  One time he saw her in the bookstore and wanted to buy the book she was looking at, but was afraid of what it would mean.  Another time, he had walked in on her sobbing and he wanted to be there for her.  He knew trust was a give and take relationship; he also let her know that he trusted her now for some reason.  In fact, he trusted that no matter what she asked, no matter what she did or asked him to do, was for his own good.  But he also explained he didn't know if that trust extended to after he woke up, though he would try especially hard to be her friend.<br/><br/>"So, I need to confess something to you, Lisa.  One time when you were away, I sat in your room, slept in your bed, looked at your clothes, and read your books.  Cuz ... I don't know ... cuz, I wanted to get to know you.  I was tempted to look at your diary and go through your photo books, but I didn't. Please ... forgive me."  Samuel realized doing that had somehow freed him, but the thoughts of rejection might cause him to start drowning; perhaps it would make him move farther away from shore as to avoid her wrath for such an indiscretion.  But since he was being so open and transparent, he figured she ought to know.