"Come on Jennifer, just five more." Coaxed Justin Narvel, her physical therapist.

Jennifer just sighed and didn’t bother to pretend to be trying anymore. After a month of therapy she had yet to regain any feeling below the waist. Everyday was a challenge, a constant trial of her will verses a body that no longer followed commands.

She could no longer perform simple tasks such as bathing, dressing, cooking, and other chores or mundane tasks alone. She couldn’t work, she couldn’t travel, she couldn’t even make love to her husband. The anger, frustration, and fear of the whole situation was slowly and steadily wearing her down. The feelings of being helpless, weak and dependant made Jennifer feel very vulnerable. And the medication that she had to take wreaked havoc on all ready frayed nerves and emotions.

Justin noticed the complete absence of concentration and he gently lowered Jennifer’s legs to the floor and laid down next to her. He propped his head up on his elbow and looked down at his patient.

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked casually. 'Please say yes!'

Justin Narvel was a tall, svelte young man with roguish, yet clean-cut good looks. His thin frame made him look all the more muscular. Dark hair and eyes paired with a thin threaded southern accent added to the all ready considerable charm.

Jennifer looked up at the young man and his disarming smile pushed past her bad mood. She sat up on her elbows and sighed, "Justin, how do you think I’m acting? I mean, am I handling all this right or am I like some big, emotionally unstable crybaby?" she asked referring to the emotional roller coater she had been riding the past few weeks.

'Yes!! The hottest woman in the world is opening up to me!' Justin thought. 'Oh, she looks so sad. Think, think. Say something warm and compassionate. Make her feel better stupid.'

"Jennifer," he said sincerely, "You are handling all this wonderfully. I know it may not always feel like it, but you are. Paralysis is a very hard thing to learn to deal with. It takes a very strong person to handle it."

Jennifer lowered herself back to the mat and sighed deeply, "Yeah, I’m handling it all right. But at what cost?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean me and Jonathan. Things feel so hard between us right now and it’s all my fault." Said Jennifer sadly. "I don’t know what’s wrong with me … but it's like I can’t stand for him to see me like this. And I can’t understand that because… I always want Jonathan around. Especially when something’s wrong. But this… I just don’t know what’s wrong with me."

"Jennifer… I know this is going to be hard to believe, but what you’re feeling is perfectly normal. You’re a strong, independent, beautiful woman… and the feeling of being helpless is … well, there aren’t words to describe how hard it is for you. You feel as if you're less then what you were. And since you feel that way… it's only natural for you to think that Jonathan might also feel that way."

Jennifer looked forlorn and tears pooled in her soft hazel eyes.

"But he doesn't feel that way Jennifer." Added Justin quickly. "No one does." The physical therapist said with a smile.

Jennifer didn't look like she agreed and she closed her eyes, letting several tears slide down her cheeks.

Justin gently reached out and wiped away the tears. "Jennifer, I know things look impossible and hopeless right now, but they're not. Everything is possible as long as you never give up hope."

Jennifer sniffled before opening her reddened eyes to look at the handsome therapist and she gave him a lopsided smile. "Everything is possible as long as you never give up hope," she repeated. "That's a very wise adage for a young man, did you make that up?"

"I'm not sure." The young man grinned, "I think I may have gotten it from a fortune cookie."

Jennifer laughed and playfully swatted her physical therapist, "Well, it's very wise nonetheless."

'YES!!!' thought Justin. 'God, she has the greatest smile.'

Justin laughed along with his patient as he raised himself to his knees and moved back to pick up one of Jennifer's legs to continue with the therapy. "Yes well, I'm not all brawn and beauty you know, I do say wise things from time to time."

"Don't forget charming." Jennifer laughed as she propped herself back up on her elbows to continue with her therapy.

"That would be the southern in me ma'am." Justin smiled and he lifted Jennifer's leg and guided its rotation. 'She thinks I'm charming!!! Life is good.'

"Justin," Jennifer said, suddenly serious.

'Oh no.' Justin swallowed and looked up, "Yes?"

"Thank you, for everything." Jennifer said softly, her voice filled with sincerity.

"Anytime." Justin answered back, equally soft.

"I don't know Ms. Nysedi, according to our estimates there is no way that Sans Corp could produce this much merchandise." Said Craig Bauer, an executive member on Hart Industries board of directors. "I don't think acquiring them is worth the expense… or the risk."

"Miss Nysedi not Ms. and you're thinking too small Mr. Bauer." Replied Cammi Nysedi, the newest exec of Hart Industries. "Sans Corp couldn't fill any serious demand on its own, that's why they filed Chapter 11. However, if we were to buy them and rebuild the foundation … Sans Corp could easily match and surpass any competitor. They simply don't have the money, manpower, connections, or the leadership to make the changes I'm suggesting."

Craig Bauer shook his head negatively, "I still don't agree that the risk is a wise one. We can't be assured that these changes will guarantee a profit."

'How did you ever make it this far being so passive?' Cammi thought of Craig Bauer.

"There are no guarantees in business Craig." Cammi shot back as she paced in front of the table, filled with board members. "But, not only can I assure you a profit, we'll also be greeted more then favorably for keeping 2200 jobs in the state. Think tax relief."

"Jonathan?" Craig tossed the discussion to the owner of the company, who sat at the head of the table watching and listening to both sides of the argument.

"How much are we talking about here?" Asked Jonathan, "What are your overall calculations on this Cammi?"

Cammi stepped up to the table and picked up her notes. "I'd say $71 million in. The 71 will cover everything, the entire revamp. You make the changes I'm suggesting and within five years, we'll be looking at 68% profit. So, my best guesstimate would be … net, 498 a year."

"And if you're wrong we stand to loose over 70 million dollars." Added James Seaton, another board member who didn't like the new exec's idea.

"498 Net." Returned Cammi, "With 8 to 5 odds." The exec turned and locked her blue eyes with those of Jonathan Hart, "We can make this work."

"We can only make it work if we can obtain Sans Corp.," said Jonathan.

James Seaton didn't agree, "Jonathan, I don't think this is a very good id-"

"We'll get them." Interrupted Cammi. "I'll make sure of it."

Jonathan Hart leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin while he thought it over.

Jonathan finally looked up and spoke, "Cammi, do me a favor and run some best and worst case scenarios, set up an appointment with the owner of Sans Corp, and then get back to me. I'll have a look at the projections and then I'll decide."

Cammi picked up a folder and walked to the head of the table where the owner of Hart Industries sat. The exec sat on the edge of the table and smiled sweetly at Jonathan while she passed him the folder.

"Here are your best and your worst case scenarios Mr. Hart. Robert McMillan, the owner and founder of Sans Corp is at your disposal. He will make any appointment you set up."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow and then grinned at his newest employee and admired her enthusiasm and boldness. Cammi Nysedi had been a blessing to Hart Industries and to Jonathan Hart. She was everything Jonathan could of hoped for in an exec and more. She was almost too good.

Cammi was an imposing figure at 5'10, with natural blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and a figure from the front of a swimsuit magazine. Her looks were surpassed only by her intelligence and her confidence. Her style was impeccable and she never had a hair out of place.

The beautiful woman had melded easily into the fold at Hart Industries. She made friends quickly and her business sense was very much like that of Jonathan Hart. Only perhaps, more aggressive. But that's the way it usually went with youth.

Jonathan accepted folder and set it on top of the pile in front of him, "I'll look over these tonight. You'll have my decision first thing tomorrow."

Cammi winked at the head of the company as she slid off of the table, "She shoots and scores." She said to herself as she moved back to her own place at the table.

Jonathan Hart sat at Deanne's desk going over the projections that his newest exec had so audaciously presented to him early that morning. The more he tried to focus on the proposal the more his thoughts fleeted away from the topic and onto the main thought occupying his mind.

Jennifer.

The paralysis that she had been stricken with was wearing her down. Physically and emotionally. She was becoming more-and-more distant. She was distant to her friends, her family, to everyone. Including Jonathan. Well, almost anyone. Justin Narvel, her physical therapist seemed to be the only one who could get her to open up.

Jonathan knew his wife wasn't doing it intentionally; it was just that the whole situation was just too much. It was too much and she had to retreat. So she did. She retreated into herself. The only thing that Jonathan couldn't understand was why. Why wouldn't she look for comfort from him, with him, rather then take it on alone.

"Oh shut up." Jonathan told his thoughts aloud.

He again tried to concentrate on his work, but his thoughts couldn't help but to gravitate towards his wife. To Jennifer.

"Jonathan?"

The company owner looked up at the voice and into the blue eyes of his right hand woman. "Hi Cammi, did you need something? I'm just watching over things until Deanne gets back from lunch."

Cammi leaned against the secretary's desk and nodded knowingly, "Oh, I thought you might have needed some money and took on a second job."

Jonathan smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, "No, but Deanne thought that I might like to know what it felt like to be in charge so she made me into the boss's secretary."

Cammi smiled at the attempt at humor. She leaned down and caught the millionaires eyes, "Jonathan, are you all right? You look… off."

"I am off." He admitted with a sigh as he sat back in his seat.

"Wanna talk about it? Contrary to the rumors, I can listen almost as well as I can talk."

"Thank you Cammi, it's nice of you to offer but-"

"My fiancé was in a wheelchair." Interrupted the exec, knowing full well what was bothering her boss. "He was hit head on by a drunk driver six years ago, it left him paralyzed from the neck down."

"I didn't know that," said Jonathan. "I'm sorry."

Cammi smiled her thanks and continued, "We were the only family each other had so it was up to us to help each other through it. It seemed impossible at the time, but we managed. It was one of the most difficult times of our lives, but we got through it. And we did it together."

"I thought you… I mean…" Jonathan sighed, "Can I get a little personal? And if you think it's too personal feel free to tell me to take a flying leap and-."

"I said I was single, so you want to what happened to my fiancé?" supplied Cammi.

"Among other things," Jonathan answered sheepishly, "yes."

"Jonathan," Cammi began sincerely, "It's okay, really. I know how difficult it is. I know what it's like to have the fears, the questions, and how hard it is trying to live through the myriad of emotions." The blonde reached across the desk and squeezed her boss's hand. "We've only known each other a short time, but you're a wonderful man who I consider a friend. So, if there is anything I can do to help you and your wife through this… I want to help in any way I can, and if that simply means sharing my story and answering questions … I'm more then happy to do it."

"Cammi I… I don't know what to say. Thank you doesn't seem like it would cover it, but… thank you." Jonathan replied earnestly.

"You're welcome," Cammi gave Jonathan's hand another squeeze before letting go and standing. "And, if you're tired of being the boss's secretary I'll let you buy me lunch and we can talk."

Jonathan closed the folder he was reading and stood, "Sounds great. But I must insist on one condition."

Cammi smiled, "And what would that be?"

"That you protect me from Deanne. She's going to have me keelhauled for abandoning my post." Said Jonathan as he came around the desk.

"Don't worry Mr. Hart," said Cammi as she looped her arm through Jonathan's. "I'll protect you."

"Hello," called Jonathan as he walked through the front door and into the living room. "Anybody home? Jennifer, Elaine, Melissa?"

"In the kitchen." Came a voice that Jonathan recognized as Elaine's, and he made his way to the kitchen.

Just as Jonathan walked through the kitchen door, he saw Elaine walk out the back one. "Elaine?"

"I'm just setting up for dinner," replied the doctor, "bring out the glasses on the counter please."

Jonathan scooped up the pair of glasses and made his way to the patio. Elaine, he saw, had the table set and had just placed full plates on each side.

"Good evening." Opened the doctor cheerfully as she took the glasses from Jonathan and placed one beside each plate.

"Evening, where are Jennifer and Melissa?"

"She's on her way out and it's Melissa's day off." Answered Elaine as she pulled a small pill container from her pocket and set it beside Jennifer's plate, before moving the extra three chairs out of the way. "How are things at Hart Industries?"

"Not even mildly successful at keeping me too occupied to worry about Jennifer." Sighed Jonathan as he sat down in the only remaining chair.

"Smile Jonathan, today was a good day. She came out of physical therapy smiling and laughing. In fact, she even insisted on helping me make dinner."

Jonathan released a deep breath and ran his hands vigorously over his face. Elaine smiled sadly before moving behind her friend. She placed her hands on his shoulders and massaged the tense muscles.

"I know, I saw Justin on his way out. He told me." Jonathan ran his hands over his face again, "I'm just having a hard time keeping up Elaine." He sighed, "I don't know what to do anymore. Some days she wants to be alone while other days she wants me to hold her. Either mood, she won't let me help. I just… I just want her let me in." Jonathan looked back at the older and what he considered wiser of the two of them, "Why won't she let me in Elaine? I love her more then anything… I just want her to let me in."

Elaine reached around the strong, thick shoulders and hugged her younger friend. "She's afraid Jonathan. She's more afraid then she's ever been in her whole life."

"Afraid? Of what?" Jonathan asked. "Of never walking again? We can get through that."

"She's afraid," Elaine spoke softly in his ear, "of loosing you."

Jonathan jerked away from Elaine and stood quickly, "What? Loose me how? I'm not going anywhere."

Elaine leaned against the strong table and crossed her feet at the ankles. "Right now, Jennifer is seeing herself as lesser then what she once was. She doesn't want to let you in to see that she's 'lesser.' She's not sure if you can love her if she's 'lesser.' And if she let's you in, she would have to let you help her. Ever had someone you love pity you Jonathan?"

"Pity?" Jonathan repeated incredulously. "I don't pity her, I love her."

"And she knows that. She knows that and she doesn't want to jeopardize that love." Elaine went on strongly, but not unkindly. "She's pushing you away to protect you both."

"Protect us how?"

"Can you imagine if she looked into your eyes one day and saw pity? Pity that she lost so much of what was once a full life. How about regret or disappointment? What do you think it would do to her if she felt like she was doing nothing but holding you back? How long until the love becomes obligation?"

Jonathan staggered away from the doctor as if she had just struck him. "I couldn't… I would never…"

Elaine pushed off of the table and made her way to Jonathan and pulled him into a strong hug. "I know you wouldn't Jonathan. Never. And somewhere in there … Jennifer knows it too." Elaine gave him another squeeze before pulling back. "It's just that right now, every insecurity she has, is being pushed towards the surface and magnified threefold. Isolating herself is a defense mechanism. She's just trying to protect herself - which is making her oblivious to a lot, including the obvious."

Jonathan looked into Elaine's eyes seeking answers, "What can I do?"

"All you can do is to trust that this isn't forever." Said Elaine. "You have to wait. Be there for her when she needs you, and when she doesn't. But don't push; let her call the shots. It'll let her feel like she has at least some control over things in her life. Don't offer to do anything for her that she can do herself, any more then you usually do that is. She has to believe that she can beat this. She won't walk again until she does."

"I can do this," said Jonathan as he took in the information, and several deep breaths. "Just follow her lead."

"Exactly." Said Elaine as she started for the back door. "I'll send Jennifer out."

"Elaine."

Elaine waved him off, "Thank you, thank you. I know. Wisdom is what us mother figures do."

And the woman disappeared through the door with Jonathan looking on.

The sound of Jennifer's wheels squeaking against the kitchen floor alerted Jonathan to her arrival and he stood as she came through the back door in her wheelchair.

Jennifer looked up almost shyly when she saw her husband, "Hi."

"Hi." Answered Jonathan as he moved over to his wife and dropped a kiss on her cheek. The long absent spark in her eyes was back. "You look wonderful."

"It's the chair, it brings out my eyes. That's why I wear it with everything." Jennifer's tone was neutral and Jonathan didn't know how to respond. "Bad joke?" questioned Jennifer wryly.

Jonathan shook his head at himself as he wheeled Jennifer close to the table, "I'm sorry darling, it's just been a long day."

"Oh? Is anything wrong? Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, no, nothing is wrong. It was just a long day. How about you darling, how was your day? How was your therapy session?"

Jennifer frowned at her pill bottle before opening it and swallowing three of the capsules. "Therapy was fine. I had a good session and Justin really helped me out of my funk. He really is a wonderful young man."

Jonathan opened his mouth to reply but the phone rang before he could say anything. "I'll be right back." And he retreated into the house for the telephone.

He appeared a moment later and handed the phone to his wife who raised a questioning eyebrow at him, silently asking who it was.

"It's someone named Gabrielle Dade, she said you'd know her."

Jennifer accepted the phone and Jonathan reclaimed his seat and started in on his meal.

"Gabby, hi. How are you? … Oh I'm fine. For the most part anyway. Oh, nothing. So, I know this isn't a social call. What've you got? … You're kidding. … Yes! Yes, of course I want it. I mean no. … I can't. … It's a long story. … Gabby I can't. I'm sorry, but I really can't. … It is a good reason, trust me. … Okay, I will. … Thanks Gabrielle. … You take care. … Goodbye."

Jonathan watched his wife turn off the phone and set it down on the table. Her movements were very controlled and he knew his wife was upset. He didn't know exactly what Gabrielle had wanted, but it was clear that Jennifer had to refuse whatever it was that the woman had offered her. She had to refuse because of her handicap and she was very upset about it. Whatever it was, she clearly wanted to do it.

The light in Jennifer's eyes went out and Jonathan's heart broke. "You should do it." He said suddenly.

Jennifer looked up, almost as if she was uncertain that he was talking to her, "Do what?"

"Whatever it is that you so clearly want to do. We can make accommodations for the chair. Don't say no because of the chair, at least not without trying."

"I can't do it." The redhead said sullenly, "Let's just forget about it."

"You're not even going to try? That's not like you Jennifer. You can't let this paralysis rule your life."

Jennifer's eyes narrowed and she looked hard at her husband, "Don't tell me about paralysis Jonathan. You have no idea what it's like. You have no idea what I'm going through."

"How could I know?" Jonathan returned. "You never tell me anything. I never know what's going on with you. I have to find out from Justin and Elaine how you're doing because you won't tell me how you feel. You're always sending me off to the office, and you never let me touch you anymore. You don't even let me help you."

"I don't want help. I want to be able to walk."

Jonathan didn't know what to say to that and he sat moving his lips but no words could find their way out.

"You don't know how hard it is to deal with this. It's the hardest thing I ever had to do and I'm dealing with it the best I can. And right now being strong is the only thing keeping me together, so please forgive me if I'm not dealing with this the way that you want me to Jonathan. Goodnight."

Jennifer unlocked her breaks and guided herself through the back door and into the house before Jonathan could find any words.

Jonathan pushed his plate out of the way, propped his elbows on the table, and dropped his face in his hands. He sat that way for several minutes replaying the conversation, correction argument in his head. Things were so messed up.

After several more moments of contemplation, he reached for the phone that Jennifer had left and he made a call.

"Hello Elaine. … I'm an ass."

"Hello. Jennifer, are you in here?" called out Justin Narvel as he walked into the kitchen.

"I'm out on the patio Justin." Came the familiar voice of Jennifer Hart.

The young physical therapist made his way out towards the redheads voice out on the patio. He paused in the kitchen doorway and took a moment to admire the object of his affections.

Jennifer sat in her wheelchair near the edge of the grass with her eyes aimed out at the impressive view of the valley that living in Bel Air afforded them. It was an early Los Angeles morning and the redhead was bathed in sunlight and a slight wind made her hair wave gently.

She was beautiful, the whole scene was beautiful, the only thing that kept the moment from being the most beautiful that Justin had ever seen was the sad and pained look in Jennifer's eyes.

And even though he never seen it anywhere but in his imagination, Justin knew that the hazel eyes once held a brilliant spark. He knew her eyes would crinkle and light up when she laughed and twinkle with mischief when she felt playful. But right now, there was no shine, no spark, and no twinkle.

When Justin felt like he could go on watching Jennifer forever, he knew it was time to stop being a voyeur, no matter how good it felt, and make his presence known.

"Good morning."

"Morning Justin." Jennifer answered lifelessly. "How are you?"

"I'm good. How about you? You look a little bummed."

"I am a little bummed but I'll be okay as soon as I make a phone call," Jennifer held up the phone, "Will you excuse me please. I'll be just a moment."

"Of course, I'll go and grab some coffee. Just let me know when you're ready to start."

"Thanks Justin."

The physical therapist smiled in acknowledgement before disappearing into the kitchen.

Jennifer took a deep breath before turning on the phone and dialing the familiar number. But the reaction she got was unfamiliar, the phone didn't ring as usual, instead she heard the soft click as the call was immediately rerouted. She knew that the call had been rerouted but that wasn't supposed to happen with this line.

"Could I speak to Mr. Hart please?" Jennifer asked as she tried to place the foreign voice on the phone. It definitely wasn't Deanne's.

"Is he in a meeting?"

"I really have to speak to him, could you please tell him that his wife is on the line?"

"No, it's not an emergency but I really need to speak with him. Please just tell him that I'm on the line. He'll want to take my call I assure you."

"They who?"

"And they're in Mr. Hart's office? That's why his private line was rerouted, so they wouldn't be disturbed?"

"No."

Jennifer looked down at her lap as tears filled her eyes. Her hand tightened around the phone and she looked down at the offending object. Without even thinking she raised the phone above her head and threw it down hard at the pavement. It broke and shattered, sending bits of phone debris over the patio.

A moment later two figures appeared in the doorway.

"Jennifer, are you okay?" Justin asked.

"Mrs. Hart?" asked Melissa, Jennifer's nurse and live-in-aid.

"It's all right Melissa, I've got it said Justin as he moved to his patients side. He took in the situation quickly and knelt down beside his friend, patient, and unrequited love. "What is it?"

"My husband doesn't even want to talk to me." Jennifer said as tears slipped down her cheeks. "He has left billion dollar meetings to call and tell me good morning … and now he won't even accept my call."

"Jennifer, I'm sure it's not-"

"No, it is." She interrupted. "I shouldn't be surprised though … not after last night."

Jennifer moved her hands to her temples and tried to rub away the intense ache she felt forming.

"Do you want to postpone therapy for a couple of hours?"

"Please." Jennifer answered immediately. "Right now I just need to get out of here for a while."

"Do you want to go for a walk? Me, you, and Freeway. And it can be one of those quiet, introspection and contemplative walks if you want. One where we don't talk, we just walk together while we go over our own musings."

"That would be perfect. Can we go now?"

"Sure, I'll go find Freeway and meet you out front. Sound good?" Justin asked as stood and glanced around for the little dog.

"Yeah," replied Jennifer. "And Freeway's still in bed. He's either upstairs or in the sun room on my mile high hospital bed. He'll need help getting down if he is."

"Okay.""

Jennifer rolled herself through the kitchen and made her way out front and waited for her young friend.

Justin collected Freeway and told Melissa they were going for a walk and that they would be back later. And the young physical therapist stepped outside and closed the front door.

"Hello Melissa. It's Jonathan, can I speak to Jennifer?"

"A walk?" Jonathan parroted. "You mean she left the house."

"She was upset?" He asked with concern, "Is she all right? Is everything okay?"

"Okay, thank you Melissa."

"No… That's okay. I'll just call back later. Thank you Melissa."

Jonathan returned the phone to its cradle and slumped back in his chair. He didn't have the energy or time to sigh before there was a knock on his door.

"Come in."

The door to his office opened and the gorgeous form of his right hand women, Cammi Nysedi, strolled into in. "Hey Jonathan, I got you those numbers on the why do you look like someone just ran over your puppy?"

Jonathan waved off the question, "It's nothing, what do you have for me."

Cammi moved around the industrialists desk and leaned against. "I have an ear and a shoulder to lend you. Or anything else you need."

"I don't know what I need," answered Jonathan dejectedly.

"Why don't we go grab some lunch. We can take a walk and talk about it. Whatever it is, I'm sure we can figure it out between the two of us. And I know this great little place in Santa Monica, their chocolate fondue is to just die for."

"Thanks Cammi, but-"

"Come on Jonathan," interrupted the female exec, "I know you felt better after our last talk."

"Yeah … I did." He admitted. "And I appreciate the offer Cammi, really I do. But right now I'd rather just be alone. To think some things over."

Cammi reached out and squeezed her boss' shoulder, "I understand. But in case you change your mind, it's a standing offer."

"Thanks."

"You don't have to thank me for being a friend." The blonde dropped a kiss on top of Jonathan's head. "I'll see you."

"Bye." Jonathan answered, distracted by his exec's actions.

Cammi crossed the office and closed the door with an order to the temp secretary that the company owner wasn't to be disturbed and that she would be taking all of his appointments and calls.

Jonathan smiled at the order, he knew Cammi was a kind and compassionate person and she considered him a friend. So he shook off his unease of the obviously platonic kiss and sat back in his chair and let his thoughts return to how he was going to fix things with Jennifer.

The tall, thick man stood in front of a large picture window, high above New York City. From his vantage point he could he see the clean up and recovery efforts at 'Ground Zero.' Mostly clean up at this point. The large man had a cold heart, he knew he did. But the acts that took place on September 11th saddened even him. He shook his head as he turned away from the scene, "Bastards."

The phone on the office desk drew his attention there and he answered it with a terse, "Yes."

There was a startled pause on the end of the line before the familiar voice finally spoke.

Recognizing the voice the man sobered, "Oh, yes it is. Status?"

*Things are going perfectly.* The voice purred. *We have Jonathan exactly where we want him.*

"Excellent. Then it's time to move on to the next phase."

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