<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  Kimmie drifts off again … rgia took a lot our of her and the walk was good yet she’ll sleep for a few hours at least and hopefully wake hungry and needing to pee again … her prostate will remain minus the vas (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vas_deferens) so the muscles that control bladder outflow are not something she’ll need to relearn …<br/><br/>… I feel Isis send her a little bundle of love … amazing how much soul a 6 week old embryo can encompass … she demands much from my metabolism and I indeed feel I’m eating for two … together we moderate my food intake … and now I’m hungry …<br/><br/>… so once Kimmie is in deep sleep, I squeeze her hand lightly and head for the cafeteria … a small steak and a double pile of veggies should suit … I’m half way through the steak when I see Huguette and Tangioe headed my way … gesture for them to sit …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Do you need food? Not like the little cafeteria at home but quite passable for hospital.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… they seem grim … look at each other … Tangies goes first …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Chloe, good and bad news. Good is that all of Kimmie’s parts are doing what we planned. Bad is something else.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… chew and swallow …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “May I finish eating, or is it so urgent I should forget I’m nourishing an embryo?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Foresight did not alert me to this moment yet now that it’s here I feel the cusp … Tangie sits back and holds up he hands … glances at Huguette …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “It can wait, but not long Chloe.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… search Insight and Foresight as I finish the veggies … feel Isis inside me … she seems calm and resting … so this is not danger to her … or to me since she depends on my well being for a while longer … finish the veggies and leave a bit of the steak …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Okay, the bad news please.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sit back and breathe … listen, Chloe … Daddy’s watch phrase when faced with the unexpected … Huguette picks up …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We need to accelerate and expand your visit with the sisters around the world. The Shadow has found new tactics and is spreading psychic slander that is insidiously infecting even some of the stronger among us. Tangie almost succumbed. The dome over you and Isis and Kimmie does not protect other than those in close proximity. And we have not yet solved how to expand it.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Ah! Insight opens up and I can see what I could not before she spoke … hold up one hand and carefully extend Insight to them … and to Kimmie via her dream … cannot help that … wee Isis is along for the ride yet seems more attentive than slumbering … take what they opened up to me and gingerly touch my new gift of Foresight … share that too …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Yes. Thank you for this. Huguette, can we screen our security forces for those who could use Foresight instead of get lost in it? Security has an immediacy about the future, doesn’t it. While I have tended to use it strategically. This is tactics.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Huguette concurs …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Please include me in the training for security leadership. I will sit in back and listen but I need to become better sensitized to how this operates.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we conclude our mind meeting … they head wherever they were working and I head back to see Kimmie … is she awake? … kiss the corner of her mouth gently …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Hey baby. did you miss me?”</span></span><br/>