But woman is walking to me and tears still build like wall in her eyes and then, when she is coming to window, she is holding her hand together in front of her and her bottom lip is trembling and she is saying, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” in soft soft voice.

She is not moving her mouth and that is when I am realizing that she is speaking to me in my brain. She is having braincase too.

Why are you thanking me?

Then she is sending me image and recording of the boy and he is being called Peter and he is sometime smiling and twirling spaghetti around his fork and sometime he is angry and shouting at woman who is being called Amy and sometime he is in hoverchair watching other children play on top of water pond. Then she is sending me feeling of love for him and how she is taking him in and accepting him and teaching him how to live and what is being peace, and then I am stopping her.

Do not be sending me these things.

Why not?

I don’t care about him. You are telling me he is being good person and so he is deserving good thing to be happening to him.

She is pausing because of shock. What is wrong with that?

Peter is not good person. I am taking several moments to calm myself. He is fighter during the war and he is finding me one day and he is putting me in room and he is hurting me very badly. He is hurting me all over, even when he is not having to be hurting me. He is hurting me and enjoying it. I am not letting her see or feel the rememberings because I am not wanting to be giving her that access to me. I am not wanting her to be knowing me in this way, but I am telling her so that she is knowing that the boy she is loving is bad person and he is deserving to die.

When I am finished giving life back to the children I am finding Peter and I am killing him for what he is doing to me.

For a long time, she is not saying anything, then she is blinking at me like she is not understanding what I am saying. I am thinking I should be repeating it again, but then she is getting look in her eyes like she is asking me, Please don’t, but without saying the words. But the look in her face is also saying other thing at the same time. It is saying, No, you are lying, and it is saying, No, it cannot be like this, and it is saying, My son deserves to live, but it is also saying, Is he my son? and all of this is happening in Amy’s face at the same time.