"What was that," Stephen teases. "What are you talking about," I ask suddenly very interested in my chipped nails. "You're funny." "Thanks." We banter back and forth while Stephen makes turns. Left then right the right again. We walk for close to twenty minutes before he stops. A large grey gym-like structure hovers over us. Steve stops. H "Where are we? What is this place," I ask as a tall man on crutches narrowly avoids me on his way out. "I told you I'm learning to walk," Stephen's eyes do the thing where they light up like a kids on Christmas morning. "What is this place?" "A rehab center to recover motion in your legs," a voice next to me says. I turn towards it. A tall girl with sticks for limbs smiles at me with her sea green eyes. I blush at how cute she looks in her short sun dress. "I'm Addye I'm here with Stephen," I look at her unable to tear away. "I know Stephen," she pauses and smiles at him. "I'm Stephen's trainer, Erin. He's told me some about you." "H-he has," I look at him, semi thankful. "Yes of course," Stephen seems unfazed by this young woman's beauty as we walk in. The front half of the room is a waiting area with a long, granite counter. Stephen wheels over to the old man behind the desk. "Hey Tim! I brought a guest," he gestures at me to come forward.