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basement to construct a wooden model. "Damn thing works," was all he said. Mina just held him, from behind, around his waist. "That demon pop in to visit?" "Yeah. Left a present. The damn thing works! We could use this!" "You have it clear, now?" Mina was referring to his past disappointments which came from not implementing soon enough. These ideas could get lost. "Yeah. Look. This is just wood, but it works!" "Good. Let's finish breakfast," She said leading him back to her world, upstairs. He pinched her buttocks, lightened. He wasn't without control. He even relied on it. In high school, he merely scanned his math, geometry, and physics problems before tossing his books into his locker and heading home, empty handed. Even though the walk home was totally consumed by the shenanigans of his frisky companions, the moment he got to his room he scribbled out all the solutions that were just simply there, gift of the beast. The pencil landed more often on the floor than on the desk as he sailed out for he important stuff - baseball. Only later on, in the slower periods of play, were the geometrical principles and the algebraic notions eased quietly into a receptive area of his consciousness.

"WELL?" "WELL?" "YO! HEY CATATONIC!" Belachnik bellowed.

Marcus startled. "You talking to me?" as everyone at the cafeteria table hooted and did mock zombie impressions. None of the people at the table were without their own periods of isolated mental intensity. But his were so deep it was great sport to catch him in another trance numb to their spirited barbs. "What?" "We were sharing our most embarrassing moments - in our careers." Dr. Belachnik,