A Summary Of A Short Chapter : Chapter 1

“Can I open the window?” So fixated on the interrogation, Razaa’s question made Ally jump.

“That man who was staring at you, he was suffering from shell shock. I’ve heard from the nurses that it’s extreme trauma that is becoming more common.”

She winces at the sharp pain originating from her left hip. “I’m pleased to hear that. Let’s go ahead and begin. Sit up straight for me,” William instructs, one hand bracing the small of her back and the other pressing the stethescope against Lorena’s chest. “Breath in...and out...

Tizbeth didn’t ask any more questions, thinking fear may get the better of her. She turn over to rest for the challenges of the next day.

“I’ll go order up a chest X-Ray,” Claire said as she assisted the paramedics with moving Arden into the hospital.

In chapter 1, M. Scott Peck is the author I found the most compelling in terms of his argument. I found Peck’s view the most compelling because thinking of reality like a map is something I never thought could make so much sense. Now thinking of reality as a map I can see I need to continuously revise how I value things in life based on new expectations, findings, and social values. For example, on the topic of gays and lesbians back in my Parents’ Day people thought that being gay or lesbian is a choice of life but with new scientific data, it could be something someone is born with. Therefore, there is a need to revise one’s map. In chapter 2, George E. Saint-Laurent is most in line with my current worldview because I also believe that religion

He jammed his finger towards the image displayed on the holo-screen, the veins in his neck bulging with anger.

Zigenhorn started losing her vision after the weight pick up. Beside feeling torment, wounds started seeming all by and by her body. She was not capable speak to eight months. She used a white board to give.

“Cipher Nine speaks with the authority of the Empire. Your job, hunters, is to keep her alive until she finds the target,” Darth Kozen responded, pressing his forefinger into the table as if to drill into them the importance of his order. Zolah would have preferred to bring one of her own along, but Kozen claimed to have worked with these two before and assured her they would get the job

“Alright, you know about me, you know about Fynta. I’m curious, how does a Cathar feel about working under a Mandalorian?”

A wicked grin ghosted Amy's pale lips at the strangers' description to whoever listened to the other side of his comm. Eyes worthy of her name fixated on the weapon poised in her direction, her gaze shifted momentarily as he requisitioned information from the VDT " Don't fret about infection; I simply borrowed an inconsequential amount of blood platelets, as you were the closest source in conjunction to vivificating me " Her tone was calm as well as collected in an almost professional manner given the circumstances. Pausing briefly to inhale a couple deep breaths. It was then that she noticed a slight draft against her skin as her body temperature elevated faintly. Glancing down it dawned on her that upon entering the cryogenic pod she had stripped of all attire, save for the body jewelry that glinted from her bosom ( resembling two skeletal hands formed to cover each nipple), lip, as well as vaguely pointed ears. A large purplish scar resembling a lightning strike reached from just below her collarbone stretching up towards the base of her throat. The only other adornment that graced her alabaster skin was a modest, shimmering, obsidian colored tattoo in an old forgotten language that encircled her wrist.

Today, he wasn’t disorientated from the sensory deprivation instead he was refreshed and bright-eyed, but he needed to fool the Doctor, to fool all of them. They couldn’t know the extent of which he could exert his powers. He lowered his eyes as he relaxed, making his muscles appear heavy.

“Easy now, sister.” To his own wonderment, he cradled her slight, fragile build, and gentled her into a more comfortable position on the cot. “We can talk when my co-pilot, Chewbacca, comes back with something to drink. So, for right now, just keep your eyes closed 'till I say so. Or else it's gonna hurt , might even do some real damage without you knowin’ it. I'm a pilot, not a doctor.” Han reviewed her eyes another time. They were a little less dilated. She’s puttin’ up a fight, this one. It boosted his moral. “ You’ve been frozen in Carbonite. I dunno how long it’s been since you’ve been in there … but I’m guessin’ it’s — … it’s been a while.” After making use of the extra padding and pillows by stuffing it behind the woman's back, Han plopped back down on the end of the bed, arms

Zenoa had a pensive look on her face and didn't really notice when the two walked up. Over the past couple months her thoughts had led her to escape. Since the virus had come about she had this very strange feeling around her. Frustration and worry didn't describe all that the population felt, she felt suspension, anticipating a mysterious and large moment. What exactly is that moment, she couldn't be sure, but had an overwhelming feeling that it involved

Aizen looked up, eyes hardening, his sharp ears having caught the small sound of derision. He held the head-captain's gaze and Yamamoto felt a chill go down his back. Aizen dropped his eyes first, yet there was still a strange feeling lingering. There had been a strange coldness deep in the 5th captain's eyes that was out of character for the usually kind man.