<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">That’s a comforting squeeze which I quite like even if Ari seems bemused.<br/><br/>I squeeze Jaclyn’s hand and, <strong>“It’s not a long walk to get to the next landing spot. Ari and I can walk on either side and protect you.”</strong>  Something to eat and drink might help her recall the earlier time—Africa, or even earlier than that.<br/><br/><strong>“So no ‘I’ll rest when I die’ eh?  <em>Hee-hee!</em>”</strong><br/><br/>I nod to the doctor and we exit.  I look for danger and see none.  Is that accurate?  <br/></span>