As Ali blinked blearily into the lights, Warren smiled.  Ali was awake, so he had gotten the dosage about right.  "There's no need for language, Ali."  He spoke in an admonishing tone as he walked closer to the table.  "You're in my house, Ali.  You had a bit much to drink...perhaps scotch doesn't agree with you.  So I brought you down here and let you sleep it off."    Warren clapped his hand once, the sound might as well been a crack of thunder.<br/><br/>"Now I remember that you wanted to study psychology and criminal justice last night and I thought 'What luck! I'll help you out with an in dept hands on study of the matter.'  We're going to have so much fun together."  Warren grinned broadly as he gestured for Maria to roll over a tray of shining steel surgical implements.  "First of course, we're going to have a little remedial course that I think you'll find quite handy in criminal justice."