[vivaldirules]

[a continuation, eight months later, from episode #1 (post #92)]

It was cold and unforgiving that morning. At least the mass of humans in the car provided some warmth. But there was that distinct sense of an odor that put me off. If it had been a warm day, the smell would have been oppressive. Forget it. I don't care anymore. I just want to see her. After months of only partial sensory perception, and sometimes none at all, as they made their repeated attempts at repairing my sensory sytem, I no longer cared about anything else. A single uneducated incompetent can sometimes create wonders but a group of highly skilled "professionals" would appear to be a hopeless lot that couldn't tie their collective shoes on a sunny day. Blithering idiots! They have no idea what they've done to me. An "Excusez moi", interrupted my grumbling as some old lady (man?) squeezed by to a seat beside me. Whatever. I don't care anymore. I just want to get there and see Vera. I have no idea what I'll say. I only know I have to see her again.