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his apartment. He picked up his cell and called Banks.  
    Banks ran to his new room and answered. He told his Uncle that he was fine and was staying at the Powers’ house. Chief wanted Banks to return to the compound explaining to Banks that he would be safer there. Banks simply told him that he would call him tomorrow.
    Chief Dan exclaimed, “But aren’t you interested in the women at the compound? You haven’t even mentioned if Marilyn was okay?” But Banks had already ended the call.
    Banks joined Stan as Murray and Dassi entered the house. Murray examined the three women again and claimed that there had been no changes.
    Dassi brewed a pot of coffee as she eyed Julie on the floor. She put on the TV which gave little information since so many of the local station’s employees were sleeping after their happening. The event was definitely city wide.
    Banks, Murray and Stan arrived in the kitchen. They sat as Dassi poured coffee and placed her ‘brunch’ trays on the table. Dassi asked, “Is Peyton sleeping?” Stan nodded his head yes. The foursome sat quietly listening for news.  
    Most doctors have a detective mind. They constantly rule out possibilities…diagnoses are based on a process of elimination. Murray cut the silence with his logic: “Earlier after we left you, Dassi and I went over to the hospital. Female patients were going through the same sleep state as well as much of the staff. Here’s the thing. The clue is not so much about the women who sleep but rather about the women who do not sleep. All the women who are awake have a common denominator. I think…from a preliminary sample…that they are women who cannot have children.
    Stan undressed in his bedroom. A moment later he texted his paralegal that he would not be in the office today. Quickly, a text was returned, “Ditto.” He sniffed his arm pits with a resulting disapproval and stripped for a shower. As Stan’s fingers grasped the shower faucet, the fingers of Tricia and Ann moved.  
    Downstairs as Peyton and Banks played cards, the TV announcer spoke to an international audience of the reported incidences in Juneau. News crews were slow to arrive to Juneau since there were no roads in or out. Many of the traffic controllers sent notices of a closed airport because planes captained by woman remained on the runway and have yet to be taxied. That left a very slow journey by boat. Cruise ships in the Juneau Inland Passage remain docked as incoming ships were ordered to avoid the area.

    Julie Powers stood. After a moment she opened her eyes. There was no indigo shine. Just plain Julie except for the fact that she appeared new and improved. Julie’s face glowed. She appeared ten years younger. Her figure was sexy…voluptuous as if the sleep left her with a sort of plastic surgery newness, only without a hint of plastic surgery. She moved with a vibrant flow of grace. She looked for the boiling tea kettle which she moved just before she napped.  
    Julie queried, “Dassi, Dassi?” As she swayed to the living room, “Banks, where’s Dassi? I was just talking to her.”  
    Peyton and Banks jumped up. Before they could answer her, Tricia and Ann sauntered down the stairs as if their descent was a lesson in grace from a girls’ finishing school. Tricia and Ann were more ravishing than ever. And surprisingly from Tricia, “Mom, how can we help?”
    Ann locked eyes with Banks. This was a tender look that was oozing sensuality. Banks and Ann smiled at the same instant. Then Banks’ eyebrows raised a questioning look as he thought about how he was knocked down by Ann last night and she appeared to be the leader of all the women when it was apparent to him that the other women took their cues from her while they were all in the bubble.
      Stan appeared at the top of the stairs. Julie asked, “What are you doing in your bathrobe, Stan? I thought you were with Murray watching the game. Where’s Dassi? She was here just a minute ago.”
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