"Twenty-eight."
"What about me?"
"Thirty." He stared at the panel in thought for a minutes. "What about shock treatment? It sounds risky."
"I know. It's the only thing I could think of. Why didn't everyone react the same?"
"That had me wondering for a while. I don't know. Anyway how could you go about making her remember?"
"Throw a crisis, some situation at her, I guess."
He shrugged, letting his sure hands rest on the panel of dials. I headed back towards the lab. If I could help her I might help myself. I was past the rooms when the horn blasted through the corridor. I turned automatically with the sound, pushing against the rail, towards the control room. Deep in my mind I could see danger, and without questioning why I knew I had to be at Control when the sound knifed through the stillness. John was shouting as I thrust my way into the room.
