Enter the convoluted...

     Leading up to the last 2 weeks of the treatments things got weird.  Firstly they were still threatening to have my sister moved.  I told her fine.  Because I knew it wouldn't happen.

     The next was that she was becoming somewhat incoherent.  Rambling mumbling phone calls.  She'd be falling asleep during visits.  General stuff like that.

     The last night I saw her there I had her sign some paperwork.  I was glad she was a bit coherent.  She started to wander into half sleep soon after.  It was from social security so I knew it was important.  I mean it all gets thrown onto my back at some point.  But you know this right.

     Wednesday.  The phone rings.  It has to be about 4:45 in the morning.  I know this because I haven't showered yet.  My sister was on the phone in hushed scared whispers.

"You have to get me out of here please."
"What's wrong?"  I said figuring a panic attack on the other end.

"There's something not right about this place.  They're doing experiments on me.  There are aliens.  You have to come and get me NOW!"  PLEASE!"

     Those are the best 2 lines I can remember.  I've already forgotten the distance, assured her we'd come along.  Brother in law standing there uselessly.  I laid out the plan of attack.

     Get your gear for work.  It's a panic attack.  He worked just a few miles from the hospital.  I said we'll take 2 cars.  This way only I'll miss a few hours at work.  We have to get moving.

     Forgot the distance I told you, it was of course the beginning of rush hour.  Ugh. We'd arrived about 6:30.  Not bad time at all.  

     Can you say cliff hanger?

t.b.c.