Despite the interruption, I had a good sleep and I slept right until Grant woke me up. "I heard you had some excitement while you were napping."

I sighed. "It's the kind of excitement that I could do without."

Grant laughed. "Jorge is corralling your grandmother currently. Luckily for him, she is having her nap. Unluckily for him, she tried to con him into having it with her."

I laughed.

"Davis has gone to talk with Val and see if there is anything that he can arrest her on. At this point, all she has done was said something to Grandma and Grandma decided to do it. That's not a crime. I can tell you to kill someone, but it is only a crime if you do it."

"The power of free speech."

"Absolutely. What are your pain and anxiety levels?"

I told him my pain levels. "My anxiety levels are higher, simply because I have that e-meeting in a few minutes."

"Why? These are your friends, people who care about you and are wishing you well. That is the whole point in doing this e-meeting, isn't it? To introduce to people the nature of your injuries as well as to warn them of any restrictions that you have?"

"I don't want any restrictions."

"Everybody has restrictions. You just might not realize it. Whether you are short and cannot reach all the shelves in the cupboards in the kitchen or too weak to carry heavy things or so on. Don't worry about having restrictions. That's normal."

"I worry that they will see me as a lesser person."

"Do you see yourself as a lesser person?" He looked at me while I thought about that. "Steph, it is like Eduardo said. You are the same person. You just have a different method of getting around. And there is nothing wrong with that."

I sighed. "Thank you for the pep talk."

He finished helping me get ready for the meeting. "You're going to be fine, and all of us will be rooting for you and looking forward to hearing how it went at dinner."

I arranged my curls so that they were a little more 'planned chaos' rather than 'just-out-of-bed chaos'. It was a little hard. I was shaking at the same time, and Grant could see it. When I had finished, Grant said quietly, "do you want a mild sedative?"

I thought about that for a moment, but then I also thought about how proud of myself that I would be if I did it without a sedative. I regulated my breathing and shook my head. "I'm okay", I said. "I'm determined to do this without a sedative."

"Remember to breathe, and maybe take ten minutes to meditate before the call."

"I actually think that I am going to have a meeting with my directors before the call. That will help calm me down as well, just because they are some of my closest friends."

"That's a great idea." Grant picked me up and carried me down the stairs. He put me in my wheelchair and walked with me to my office. "Can I help you get anything set up?"

I took a deep breath. "No, thanks, but if you could send Ranger my way, that would be great."

Grant smiled. "Absolutely. Steph?" He waited until I looked at him. "You're going to be fine."

I smiled shakily, nodded once, and wheeled over to my desk. I had just finished setting up my computer for the call and requesting a fifteen-minute chat with Dirk and Miguel and Nick before the general call, when Ranger walked into the room. "How are you feeling?" he said softly.

"Terrified. However, I decided not to take a sedative before the call. I thought that, if I can do this without a sedative, it will give me incredible courage for going into the office."

"That makes sense. What's the plan?"

"In ten minutes, I am going to talk to Dirk and Miguel and Nick. That will take fifteen or so minutes, and then I will host the meeting with everybody."

"It will be an interesting meeting. I have a bit of a problem that I am hoping you will help with when we get home."

"Sounds ominous."

"We have a person that we didn't hire. They had the academic qualifications, but they didn't pass the psychological testing."

"Okay?"

"The person is in a wheelchair, and they are now attempting to sue us for discrimination."

"Oh boy."

"I have said that I would like to be in the meeting with the lawyers myself, and I was hoping to have you in on the meeting as well."

"Absolutely. It's a bit of an unfair accusation. When I was talking to Noah the last time, he said that one in four people in the States have a disability, although half of those people are under the age of 25 or over the age of 65. So this makes one in eight people with a disability able to work. Of those, sixteen percent have finished college and have at least a bachelor's degree. That means that two percent of Rangeman staff should be disabled to be representative of society. However, if you only look at mobility issues, five percent of our staff is disabled. It goes up to eight percent if you account for the people with developmental issues. And if you consider mental issues as well and include such issues as PTSD, we have more like a thirty percent employment rate of those with disabilities. We probably have one of the most inclusive companies in Trenton."

"I know that it is something I value. Yes, most of the people who are disabled are veterans. However, I put an emphasis on hiring veterans as well. It isn't always easy for a veteran to get an appropriate job, and there are so many soft skills they learn while in the service that translate well to the workforce. Veterans make excellent employees, and their disabilities are irrelevant. We can put the supports in place that will allow them to shine and show their talent. I put a lot of emphasis on that, so hearing someone try to take me to court for not doing enough I would argue is unfair."

"I would as well. What area did they want to work in?"

"Research and Investigative Services."

"Oh boy."

"Exactly. Would you mind talking to Dirk and Miguel and Nick about it today?"

I smiled. "I would be happy to."

"In that case, I'll let you go so that you can make your call. I'm looking forward to hearing how it went." He kissed me and gave me a hug and left the room.

I logged into the e-meeting, and seconds later the other three directors were on the line. "Chica!" said Miguel. "How are you?"

"Good, thanks. I'm looking forward to coming home."

"Oh-oh", said Nick. "What's happening there?"

"Just looking forward to seeing all the people that I miss", I said. They all looked at me. "Okay, I'm getting frustrated too. Steve and Val came back." The men all growled. "They brought the mob to us and the mob wanted to eliminate them. Ranger and I negotiated a very generous agreement for them. They got mad because a central part of the agreement is that they cannot receive any support from family or friends, either through monetary gifts, or providing shelter or food. However, we found out that they have a nest egg of over a million dollars, so they aren't exactly destitute. The other agreement was that they have to stay together, and they are frustrated by that. Steve told Val that the only reason they were together again was because Val promised that I would fund them."

"Ouch", said Nick.

"Exactly. So after they were thrown out of the castle, Steve snuck back in and tried to rape me last night. Kai heard me yell out and he came in with gun drawn, all soldier-like, to protect me and Ranger came up to take over. Ranger wouldn't let Steve put his pants back on and when Ranger talked about what order he wanted to shoot his three legs in, Steve soiled his tighty-whiteys. Ranger prepared to send him away, unscathed, with just the embarrassment of dirty gitch, when Steve decided to attack Ranger. It was rather pathetic, actually."

"Is Steve still alive?" said Dirk with a grin.

"Yes. Ranger only broke two ribs and popped a ligament in his knee. He then had Hal and Eduardo drop Steve outside – without his pants and cuffed. Ranger would have done that himself, but he was taken up dealing with Grandma, who was trying to get into the kids' bedroom so that she could kidnap the kids. She thought she was being sneaky when there were about fifteen strike team members standing there watching what was going on. Ranger had also put guards on the kids' door, and Grandma was mad when they wouldn't let her into their room. Val, who was driving the getaway car, picked up Steve who was cuffed and blubbering outside in his dirty underwear and took him to the hospital. We called Davis while they were on their way, and he personally went to talk to Steve and charged him with assault. We are going to have to come back for a few days in a bit to see him in court, but he seems to be out of our lives. Val is staying at a B&B, and she tried to get Grandma to kidnap the girls again. Her theory is that the girls would be worth ten million each to us, and she would give Grandma a million to do the dirty deed. Grandma now has a guard on her and will until we go home. She's quite pleased and has been propositioning them and trying to con them into her bed. The girls also have guards on them. This afternoon, when Grandma tried to kidnap the kids, they sat close together and linked arms and demanded to know the secret words. When Grandma didn't know the words, she tried to yank Alix off the bed and Alix kicked her."

"The secret words?" said Miguel.

"When the kids were just little, we made up a nonsense phrase that sounded funny that the kids could remember, and we told them that only Tracy and Joe and Julie and Ranger and I could pick them up from anywhere without having to use the secret phrase. Any other time, when someone came to pick them up, even if they were a good friend of ours, even if they were family, they weren't allowed to go with them without the secret phrase being said. They were very good about remembering the need for the secret phrase and refused to go with Grandma because Grandma didn't know it."

"That's a good idea", said Dirk. "I know my kids are older, but it would be a good idea for me to introduce them to it as well."

"Me too", said Miguel.

There was a pause for a moment, and a look of joy flooded over everyone's face. I grinned. "Are you saying what I think you are saying?" I said.

Miguel grinned. "We think it happened when we were in Scotland. We are so incredibly happy. I had thought that I was too old, and Kate had thought that she had missed her window as well. But we went to the doctor's yesterday and although she is going to be tracked a little more closely because of her age, everything at this point looks good. We are so excited, and I've been bursting because I didn't want to tell the guys until you were here too, chica."

I sniffled. "Thank you for doing that. I am so happy for you. Can I tell Ranger and the rest of the strike team?"

"Hell yeah. I want to shout it from the rooftops."

I giggled. "That makes Kate about two or three months along?"

"Three. She is just starting to show."

I gave a little wiggle in my chair. "I am so excited for you."

Miguel grinned. "Me too." He sighed happily. "On another note, I heard that we have someone taking us to court for not hiring her into the Research department. I don't know details yet, but I thought that I'd warn you."

"Ranger just told me, so I have some details. She has mobility issues and is suing us for discrimination, which is a bit of a crock. If you include mental disabilities, we have one of the highest rates of employment of those with disabilities. As Noah told me, if you consider mobility issues, developmental disabilities and mental illness, thirty percent of Rangeman's staff in Trenton are being supported through some issues. We have asked that the meeting with the lawyer take place when we return. As Ranger said, this is an accusation that he wants to treat seriously. He has asked me into the meeting, as the head of the Research and Investigative Services department, and he is asking Adele in, as our lawyer that specializes in HR issues. Since I'm in a wheelchair and Adele uses crutches, it might make an impact."

"Good", said Nick. "I know what Ranger did for me to help me overcome my issues so that I could work with him, and I also know that I'm not the only one. Ranger typically goes above and beyond the expected to help people, and a rejected applicant has no right to be attacking him on something that he is far better at doing than most people."

"I agree."

"Okay, if there is anything we can do to help, let us know", said Miguel. "In the meantime, perhaps we should get this e-meeting underway. People are looking forward to seeing you and I've heard lots of comments that people are looking forward to you coming back." He grinned. "I'd take it personally if I wasn't so excited about you coming back as well."

I laughed.

"See you in a minute", said Dirk, and the three men signed off.

I cut the connection and got into the e-meeting. Within minutes, there were over a hundred people listening in. "This is a little weird for me to be talking to a computer screen and just assuming that you are there", I said. "This reminds me of holding a séance. 'Are you there, John? I can't hear you. Can you hear me?'" I had about a hundred laughing emoticons flash across the screen. I grinned. "Since this is the first time that I have done this for more than three other people, it might not be as smooth as I would like."

A comment flashed across the screen. "It can be as choppy as you want. We're just glad to see you and know that you are okay."

I smiled. "Thank you. I had wanted to do a bit of a check-in, as I've heard that everyone has been worried about me and since I will be back in the office in about a week, I wanted to go over what happened to me, what the fallout has been, and what this will mean to the office. First of all, what happened. I was at a graduation ceremony with Ranger to watch a friend of ours receive her degree, when a terrorist lobbed in a bomb that started a fire. Ranger and I ran up to the front of the auditorium as our friend was arranging for members of the graduating class to carry out victims. Ranger jumped up on the stage and carried out the dean, who had suffered third-degree burns on his chest. I saw another victim who was a little hidden, and I retrieved him and dragged him out. Unfortunately, I had to walk through fire to get to him. I suffered from a mixture of severe second-degree and third-degree burns from my knees to my toes. They are still quite painful, and the burn doctor has said that they will likely take at least a year to heal. My right leg is healing well and they are predicting that I won't need any skin grafting on that leg. My left leg was more severely injured and, because of that, healing has been slower. They are predicting that I will need skin grafting which, to be honest, gives me the willies so I'm trying not to think about that. If, when I am in the office, you can try not to knock the injuries, I would appreciate it. Knocking my legs both causes unbearable pain as well as negatively impacts my recovery. Unfortunately, I know this from experience and my recovery has been delayed because of it. I also tore an abdominal muscle which is partly healed but is still quite problematic. Again, the prediction is that it will take a while to heal. My lungs, however, which were hurt by the smoke and chemicals, are only slightly congested now. Kai and Grant are predicting that the damage to my lungs will have completely healed within another two months.

"I have been incredibly lucky and have had a great team here. Dr. Kai Alika, who you might know already, is a doctor in the Medical Office, and we had brought him along partly because I was still recovering from my hysterectomy and bacterial pneumonia that I'd had six weeks before I came to Scotland. Dr. Grant Benning is on the strike team that was brought in when the terrorists targeted me for rescuing the person that I did. He is actually going to be switching to the Medical Office shortly after we return. Eduardo Alamillo is another strike team member who is going to move to the Medical Office when we return. He is a certified Trauma Counsellor who specializes in PTSD and anxiety issues. I can speak from experience that all three men are talented at what they do and I would not have healed as well as I have without them.

"I have now started physiotherapy and I have found that growing skin both requires me to eat a lot – which is good since I have lost a lot of weight – and to sleep a lot, which is frustrating. When I return, I will only be working in the morning. I don't know how long I will be working part-days, but in the meantime if I'm not there, Miguel and Dirk and Nick will still be available to help you.

"I find that I also am very anxious. Apparently that is normal with burns, but I personally find the panic attacks very irritating. Because they are so frequent, I'm trying to cope with them without medication and what that means is that, if you see me check out and put my hands on my diaphragm, just give me a minute to catch up. It won't be because of you or anything you said or did – it will solely be a result of what I am going through internally. Because of what happened, I have PTSD, which I know that a lot of you are familiar with. I am hoping that it will get better with being back in the office.

"So that's mentally. Physically, I am in a wheelchair. Despite the little ones' begging, it is not Barbie pink. It is Rangeman black but in a compromise with my kids, my cushions have flowers and butterflies on them. I will be in a wheelchair, I suspect, for a few months. I cannot yet put any weight on my feet. My legs and feet are still wrapped up like a mummy to keep them clean and protected. Because they are so incredibly sensitive to touch, I will not be able to wear the tighter fatigues of our uniform. Instead, I'll be wearing palazzo pants that are looser on the leg, and dresses that also don't bind against my lower legs. I'll try to wear Rangeman colors, but that might not be possible as I get close to laundry day. I know I got pushback on that when I was wearing maternity wear. However, I hope I don't get pushback this time as there is literally little I can do about it. I can't wear the tighter clothes without crying in pain, and I think I have exhausted the stock of all stores worldwide for black palazzo pants."

Another comment came in from Nancy. "If someone complains, send the asshole to me. I know the person wouldn't be in our department. We'll all just be happy that you're back and you could wear orange and green and purple clothes with a pom-pom trim, and we'll still be happy to have you here."

"Yeah, although we might insist on you getting your eyes checked if you wear orange and green and purple", said Noah.

I laughed. "You'd be thinking that the fire made me go colorblind." I received lots of laughing emoticons for that one.

"Did the bastards get caught?" said another staff member.

"They did", I said. "That was when Miguel and Dirk and Nick came over. I was in too much pain to do the searching myself, and I needed their support to help me cope emotionally as well as help find the terrorists. They found them and spearheaded their arrest."

"Rangeman came through again", said Darcy.

"Exactly. Then, because I couldn't do anything, Miguel and Dirk and Nick and Julie trained the staff here in how to do searches, and through it we shocked and impressed the Inverness Police Department by solving a case they had that didn't have any leads. Just to boast, our team solved it in forty-eight hours."

"Woo-hoo!" said Nancy.

"We have now signed a contract with the IPD to provide consulting services to them."

"Oh boy", said Dirk. "Good thing we trained the Scottish folks."

I laughed. "I have to say that I am really glad to talk to you. I've been so nervous, just because I'm nervous and because I was worried about how people were going to treat me. My sister was here for a couple of days, and she called me all sorts of offensive names associated with being in a wheelchair. It was hard for me. I had been feeling good about my recovery and everything that I had accomplished, and with her comments I became upset about all the things that I still could not do, and I became even more anxious and embarrassed to be alive. When you are able-bodied, you never think about the mental blocks you need to overcome when you are disabled. You think of the physical, but you don't think of the mental."

"Can I shoot your sister?" said Nick.

"I want to", said Dirk.

"We could all three of us stand in a line and shoot her at the same time", said Miguel.

I laughed. "You've always been good at teamwork." I got lots of laughing emoticons again. "It reminds me of something. My therapist put a glass half filled with water on the table in front of me and asked me if I was a 'glass half-filled' or a 'glass half-empty' person. I drank the water and told her that I was a problem-solver." I got lots more laughing emoticons. "Speaking about problem solving, Ranger is going to set up a team of people with challenges to make sure our building is accessible to everyone. Through seeing me, he has realized that although he paid a lot to consultants to make our buildings accessible, there were no people on the consulting team who were disabled. He would like an in-house team to address accessibility to make sure that there are no barriers. If you could pass the word around so that people can think about it, a few days or weeks after I get back I will put out a note asking for committee volunteers.

"We were planning on flying back in two days and having me start in the office again on Monday. I'm not sure if that plan is still in play – my brother-in-law Steve was put in jail last night after assaulting me. Yeah, I know. I have bad luck." More laughing emoticons. "Ranger caught him, didn't let him put his pants on before he was escorted out, and Steve decided to attack Ranger out of anger. Apparently he didn't want to go to jail in his tighty-whiteys. You can imagine that he didn't do well in the fight." I received lots of laughing emoticons over that one as well. "Ranger popped Steve's knee and broke some ribs, then cuffed him and dropped him outside the building. Steve tried to report Ranger for assault. He didn't do well in that exchange either. He's now in jail. We aren't going to wait around this time, however. We are going to come back to Trenton and will return for the trial. It seems that, if we wait around for court dates after every time something happens to me, we'll never get home."

"Besides, you have to get home for your court date for your sister's attack that she did prior to you leaving for Scotland", said Dirk.

"That's true. I keep telling Ranger that this is the family that he has married into. In a testament to his ability to withstand torture, he has not run away screaming yet."

"Ha!" said another staff member. "He wouldn't, unless you ran away with him."

I laughed. "That's true. After all, he did teach me how to shoot a gun. Isn't that what they say – if you love someone, set them free. If they don't come back, hunt them down and shoot them?"

I got lots of laughing emoticons again.

"Look, I didn't want to take a lot of your time. I just thought that everyone would like to know what is going on. Does anyone have any questions?"

"I'll ask the elephant in the room", said Noah. "Do you think you might be in a wheelchair permanently?"

I sighed. "I don't know the answer to that yet. Ask me in a year when all the burns heal. At this point, the doctors have predicted a fifty percent chance that I will get out of the wheelchair, just because the burns on the bottom of my feet were the worst of them all. I am trying to increase the odds that I'll get out of the chair though. I go to physio every day which, although incredibly painful, is increasing my chances of being able to walk again. I'm trying to keep an upbeat attitude which, I have to say, y'all have been helping with. Your pool as to when I am going to get out of the wheelchair – not if, but when – has been incredibly inspirational to me. However, while I know that my skin will eventually come back, I don't know if my feet will be able to withstand pressure again, and until I know that, I won't be able to predict when or if I will get out of the wheelchair. We'll see. I'll keep you informed, and I hope that I can count on you to continue to be my cheering committee."

"We're behind you, all the way", said another staff member.

"And in the meantime, I'll help you build arm muscles by having wheelchair races across the bridges", said Noah.

I laughed. "You're on. You know that I will go fast because I have birds and butterflies on my cushions to make me faster."

Noah sent a laughing emoticon.

"My kids actually had all sorts of suggestions for me when I was getting the wheelchair. Tia suggested that pink would look pretty with my black uniforms. Alix suggested dark purple would be stunning. However, Grace suggested a rainbow chair to go with all my clothes, and she thought that Noah would be jealous of such a pretty chair. However, when I offered to have his chair powder-coated in a rainbow pattern, I think I saw him turn green and gag. He didn't seem so interested. I didn't tell Grace his reaction so that she wasn't insulted. I could understand it though. I think if I had a rainbow chair I'd have to start saying 'groovy, man'." Lots of laughing emoticons for that one as well. "Any other questions?"

There were no more, so I smiled. "Thanks, everybody, for being there for me. I look forward to seeing you in another week. Take it easy, okay? Bye." I waved at the screen and exited the meeting site. Seconds later, Miguel and Dirk and Nick were on the phone. "Did it go okay?" I said.

"It went really well", said Miguel. "I'm looking out of my office, and people are smiling and talking to each other about how good you look."

"Good. I think it will help my nerves quite a bit as well."

"I'm glad. Now Dirk and Nick and I want to know. What did your sister say to you?"

"She called me a vegetable and a cripple."

"That fucking bitch", said Nick. "She is too stupid to recognize true beauty in a person, both inside and out."

"I agree", said Dirk. "Your sister is the stupidest person I have ever met."

"Even Kate doesn't like her, and she likes everybody", said Miguel.

"Same with Tracy", I said. "And even though I know that my sister isn't the most fair person around", I said as the men all snorted, "it was hard to hear, because I've been focusing on how much I have recovered all along – but after she said that, I started focusing on everything I couldn't do and may never be able to do again. My mood hit rock bottom, my anxiety went from very bad to through the roof, and Kai and Grant and Eduardo have been having to do a lot of work with me. Yesterday, I was just about to give up after she talked to me. And then, when I had the sense that I was in danger and I was thinking about everything that I can't do? I felt like a sitting duck. It was horrible. Eduardo is recommending that I learn the same moves that Noah has learned in self-defence classes. Considering how many people we have at head office who are mobility-challenged, it might be a good idea to teach one whole class to us."

"It's a good thing I didn't hear her say that to you", said Dirk.

"I know", I said. "It was a good thing that Ranger didn't either. By the time I told him, Val had long gone but Ranger was seriously considering going after her and hunting her down. The only reason he didn't, I think, was because I was upset and needed him."

"Is she coming back for her trial?"

"I don't know. The deal we made with the mob was that they wouldn't kill Steve and Val as long as they stayed out of any area where the mob had settled, and as long as they didn't accept any sort of financial help whether that was money or somewhere to stay or food, and as long as they stayed together. It was a sweet deal for them, as they got to keep their lives, and they got to keep their million-dollar nest egg. They get a choice of thousands of towns in the US that they can settle in. Steve's CA designation was stripped, but he still has his MBA. They just can't go to any major city and they have to do it alone. As my mom said, it is a better deal than most immigrants have who come to the US, and many, many immigrant families survive and thrive by having a good attitude and working their asses off."

"How the hell did you broker that?" said Nick.

"A wing and a prayer", I said. "We were lucky that Harry the Hammer and Jimmy the Juicer were two of the enforcers that were sent out to kill them. Ranger and I know Jimmy but not well, but we know Harry quite well. He is the owner of the bonds office that I used to work for, and Ranger and I have a lot of respect for him and a good working relationship with him."

"They are lucky that they have you in their court", said Miguel.

"Do you want to try telling them that? Because last night Steve came into my room and tried to rape me as a diversion while Grandma was supposed to get the little ones away. Steve and Val were angry at me. That's when they thought they would kidnap the girls."

"Oh my God", said Nick. "What happened?"

"I had been feeling like something was going to happen and was panicking because of it, so Ranger placed guards on the kids' door to try to keep me calm. I had a very bad panic attack but because I had wanted a chance to try to cope with it myself – I can't go running to Kai every time I have a panic attack when I am at work, so I've been trying to force myself to deal with them without medication and without help – but just in case I changed my mind, Kai was reading next door and listening for my call. Steve came in and dropped his pants and I broke his nose. Kai came running, but he had let Ranger know there was a problem first, so Ranger came running, threatened Steve at which point his tighty-whiteys turned into saggy shits, and when Ranger made him leave without putting pants on over his dirty underwear, Steve attacked Ranger, Ranger sighed and put him down, and Grandma was stopped from entering the kids' room. She told us the plan was for Steve to create the distraction to let Grandma kidnap the kids, so Ranger cuffed Steve and then had him escorted to the front door and thrown outside in the cold. Apparently, Val drove up in the getaway car, had to drag him to the car, and drive him to the hospital. Ranger said that he would have loved to have heard his explanation as to why cuffs were on him, but when the Chief went to the hospital and arrested him, he thanked Ranger for delivering him already trussed up like a turkey. Apparently the hospital wanted to provide a set of scrubs to Steve to cover him up and the Chief wouldn't let them. He said that clothing – and the lack thereof – can show intent. He took him to jail and took his pictures with no pants, and then gave him a jumpsuit to wear."

"Good", said Dirk. "I hope the jumpsuit was dirty and bug-infested."

"I don't know about the bug-infested, but it was certainly dirty afterwards." The men all laughed. The dinner bell went, and I looked up.

"That's your dinner bell", said Nick, "and it's our lunch time as well. Take it easy, let us know if we can do anything, and we look forward to seeing you when you come home. Do you think that you'll be up for a visit before Monday comes?"

I grinned. "Probably. Just call first as we aren't quite sure what the cabin pressure is going to do to the burns. We are preparing for the concept that I might have to be knocked out."

"We're wishing you the best, and we'll keep in touch to see if we can pop by, even if it is just for a little bit."

"Sounds good to me." I said goodbye to the guys, shut down my computer, tucked my phone into my cardigan pocket, and wheeled myself to the kitchen.