HLM,

I know it's been a few days, life got in the way. Okay, that's a lie, I just couldn't find the quote I had remembered. But, I finally did, so, here we go.

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." Theodor Geisel. Yep, I went to Dr. Seuss. I apologize for that, but, I do believe it. Or, I try to believe it. I'm not sure that it's humanly possible to not have regrets, and regrets, I have a few... sorry. Although, if it helps, I now need to go find my copy of Nina Simone singing that song...

Jobs. I'm a mechanic. I fix cars, motorcycles. It's what my father did and when I get done, the car is fixed. Maybe it'll break again, but, there's always something I can do for it, some way to make it work again. It might be expensive, but, there's always an answer. You?

My Blackhawks won (Yep, they're mine, all mine... well, except for Seabrook, I'll share him with the rest of the fans...) and are up two to oh... but, now that I've put that out in the world I have no doubt jinxed it all. Did my info help you wow your son?

I'll log off for now. Go work on my pet project, a classic Knucklehead motorcycle. It's nearly done, and just in time too...

~Ms. Turing

Kerry blinked in surprise. Kim wasn't a practicing Doctor anymore? She opened another tab and did a quick search for the blonde. The results confirming what Kim had said in the email. "What happened to you Kim?"

Kerry started a response.

Ms. Turing

I did hear that the Blackhawks won. And my son was not impressed by the facts, but, that's probably because I believe that he's at the age where I could cure cancer and he'd give me a shoulder shrug and say something along the lines of, 'okay, whatever'. As for what I do. I... just got a new job, at least, I think I have. I was, and I will be again, a Doctor. I've kept my hand in for years, but, I'm not entirely sure what will happen when I am again doing it on a regular basis.

And... a Motorcycle? Donorcycle is more like it. Illinois may be a state where you don't need a helmet, but, you'd better be wearing one.

"Mama?" Henry came up and slid onto the couch next to Kerry, knocking into the red head's arm and causing her to hit the enter button.

Kerry winced, thinking for a second over what she should do, then simply let it go and looked over at her son, "Hey, it's late. Are you okay?"

Henry sniffed just a little and gave a tentative nod. "I just..."

"You had the nightmare." Henry nodded, "Because I'm going up to Chicago tomorrow?" He nodded again. "Well, I'm going to be up for another hour and a half. Want to watch a movie? Maybe you'll be so tired that you won't have any dreams?"

Henry looked at his mother as if she had sprouted wings and devil horns. "Really?" Kerry shot him a look and he reached for the remote control. "Sorry. You only say what you mean. Um... can we watch Monsters, Inc. There's gonna be another you know. They're in college or something..."

Kerry studied her son, "Of course. What made you pick that movie?"

Henry shrugged, "It's sorta about nightmares, and maybe..."

"Right." Kerry took the remote from Henry, turned on the TV and went about ordering the movie. Henry, right on cue, rolled his eyes when Kerry turned the remote away when she put in the purchase control pin number.

"Mama, it's Grandma Weaver's birthday, one, six, nineteen."

"Henry..."

Henry shrugged, "I wouldn't use it Mama, duh."

"Oh." She paused, "Henry... I... I apologize for thinking you would use it."

Henry shrugged again, "Okay. I mean, Roger would totally use it if he knew his Dads' number, but they do the hidey thing too. I... Roger was all bummed that I was leaving. But, I... I'm excited." He looked up at his mother, "Is that bad?"

"Not at all Henry. You've had a life in both places. No matter where you are, you'll miss someone. I'll miss Mike and Sullivan too. So, are we going to watch this. Have you seen it before?" Henry nodded, "Well, don't spoil it for me, I've never seen it before."

As the title credits started running, a jazzy little song, Kerry went back to the dating site and wrote a quick message.

Oops, sorry about that. A tragic elbow bumping incident. It's a little late night movie viewing with my son.

~HLM

oOOOOo

Kim was just about to log off when two messages popped into the site's inbox. She read them and sat back in her chair. She wasn't sure how HLM would react to her job. Some people in her life had disappeared when she became one, while others had understood. Of course, she had no intention of sharing the fact that she too had been a Doctor at one point. But, then again, when would she ever see this woman. Maybe she should have laid it all out, maybe, as a fellow Doctor HLM would understand.

She smiled at the helmet comment, and then at the second message. She wondered if HLM or her son had picked the movie.

HLM,

Soon you will know the greatness that is Monsters, Inc. As for the helmet, I do wear one when I ride, which I haven't had a chance to do in a while, but, the Knucklehead is not for me, but for my younger brother Calvin. My youngest brother Julian and Calvin's two boys came to me with an idea. Julian had bought the beaten up old Knucklehead and the boys thought that their cool and very talented Aunt could fix it up. It's been harder than I thought it would be, but, also, relaxing. So, on father's day, Calvin's wife is going to blow a gasket and Calvin's gonna love it.

From what you said I assume that you have some sort of interview soon, so, good luck with that. Switching jobs at the moment. I think you're probably filled with gutsiness huh.

Well. I'm off to bed. Dreaming of crank shafts and cam gears.

~Ms. Turing