They continued to paddle, going up each time. Her small body contorted as the electricity surged through her. After a few minutes the nurse called the time: 9:32 a.m. January 7th, 1991. They left the room, leaving the doctor with her; they all knew what he was going through.
In the next year he would leave NY, go up north to Main and set up a family doctor's office. He would get married, and have children, but the young dancer's face never left his mind. She would always be there for the rest of his life.
He sat and waited, after a few minutes he went out in the hall to meet whoever came for her.