"A copy of your memories, Dextra… now where's my… reward?"

Dextra lay on the long table, after just had her memories painfully duplicated.

"You will get it…," Dextra gulped, "In due time."

Dextra knew what she had to do for the reformed man-child.

But if it meant hanging on to Kite's life and memories, it had to be done.

…..

Kite lay in the hospital contemplating his life.

A life of pain.

Hard times.

Loss.

Death.

Death!

If I do not get out of this place tomorrow…