Aiko released from the hospital.
Inside her anger burns.
He followed these guys that Barker described how the smart people and ended up in a room analysis to be fooled.
What she does not like at all. 
But those who believe they have to do ...
Opens the phone.
dialed a number.
"Aiko Tanaka freshman 345 567"
The phone buzzes and then a voice replied.
"I send you a sample of blood I want the detailed analysis by tomorrow morning."
close the phone in anger without waiting for the answer.
Sale in the car.
The driver asks:
"Where the port doctor."
"Take me home."
The machine runs slow in traffic in New York.
Traffic lights turn off and turn on intermittently hypnotic.
Aiko look out the window.
People have eyes away and lost.
Everyone thinks of him in this world.
No one wants to cure.
Your small garden ...
What the hell is that smell.
Aiko turns and on the seat in front of her sitting there a man who smokes.
"Buongiono Dr. Tanaka."
Aiko try to scream but her voice choking in his throat.
Everything flows with a rhythm muffled as if time had slowed.
"You and I must parlarlare"
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