<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>On the deck</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Listening</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily's hearing was returning more: she could listen.  Think; in a fuzzy, blurred kind of way.  Susan didn't know she'd done it?  Well...well...well...that was right.  How would she know?  Just cos Emily was here... </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">And the other.  The other voice - a girl's voice, but aggressive.  With a gun, by the sound of it.  Better not even try to move, just yet.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Why did the girl want to send a message to her employer?  Did she know it was Don Michele?  How?  Nobody was supposed to know...</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Oh...it hurt too much...for now...Susan would take care of it...</span>