Feeling the electricity in the air and the tension in his mother, he moved his hand until he could feel the warmth from her hand.<span style="font-style: italic">Do what you think's best mom, but please don't die because of me. Please.</span>he thought. However, he felt one hand with the other, then touched his toes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Seems I'm actually forming faster now that I'm detached from my mother and the nourishment from her body. Must be a mechanism to help children survive who aren't connected to their mother any longer.</span>Scott thought, wondering just how much longer until he could leave his egg.