“Dara! How could you believe this would work?” President Branson stood before his mother, his fists clenched in frustration and relief
“Peter” Dara said softly as she lifted her hand to her son’s face “You couldn’t know, no one could know. I knew Bloo wouldn’t harm me.”
The sounds of yelling and confusion erupted just outside the President’s office. Raina Doll burst through the doors; nearly breathless
“Dara! President Branson!” she cried out, struggling out of the grasp of a security officer. “It’s Brad, he’s entered Transition! Hurry!”
Both Dara Branson and her son Peter, President of the Northern Alliance were seized in the same instant by the horror of Raina’s words
“Transition?” Peter whispered. “ It’s not time! They can’t take him this early!” He turned to his mother, his face white “Dara, please.”
“Please! Hurry!” cried Raina as she ran for the door. President Branson was right behind her. Dara calmly walked to a 2nd door & outside
She closed her eyes and felt the calm place. She felt the sensation of talking to Bloo. “Help me” she thought. “I will” he responded
Raina’s tears rained down on the face of her beloved. His body stiffened then jerked awake. “Brad!” she cried. “Raina?“ he whispered
President Branson returned to his office and found Dara’s note. “My darling, I know Brad will be fine now. I love you all more than life.”
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