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way of getting her out of there
without being detected, and that would be the difficult part.
    Once it was done, he knew all that would be left to
do would be to drive to the Whayani reservation and
convince the elders to give her a traditional burial. His mind was made up;
there was no turning back now. His mother would be given the burial she
deserved; he would make certain of that, no matter what it took. The world was
full of injustice and people like his mother had to go on suffering in silence
while those few parasites like his father fed off them and drained their
spirit.  Enough was enough.  
    In his heart, Chris knew this was only the beginning
of a long journey.
    The next day, at noon, Chris walked into the
hospital and made straight for the restroom, where he quickly slipped on the
lab coat he had stolen from the lab at school that morning. He still wasn’t
entirely sure how he was going to remove his mother’s body without being
detected by the staff.
    He would have to play it by ear.
    Before leaving the bathroom, he stood and looked at
himself in the mirror. The medical coat didn’t really suit him, he thought. He
was too muscular and broad for its shape and somehow it didn’t look right on
him. He looked like a wrestler, pretending to be a doctor. That was not very
far from the truth, after all.  Chris had been a star performer on the UNLV
wrestling team, when he was not working on his engineering degree.
    All that would have to wait.
    This little mission of his wasn’t going to be easy
and he would need time, a ‘long’ time in order to make sure his mother was put
to rest in the way she would have wanted. Someone entered the bathroom and
Chris took that as his cue to begin the search for his mother’s remains.
    Exiting the bathroom, he turned right into the
nearest corridor and headed to the end where he had a choice, he could enter
through a set of double doors, or turn right into another long corridor. He
paused, considering the options and that’s when the first stab of doubt hit
him. What was he going to do? Wander the hospital aimlessly; hoping that by
chance he would stumble upon the morgue? As he stood, questioning the logic of
his decision, nurses and other hospital staff walked by, some glancing in his
direction as they passed and his doubt soon morphed into paranoia. Did they
know he wasn’t a Doctor?
    How…
    Chris stopped the thoughts all at once, using a
technique his mother had taught him many years ago. Back then his mother had
ritually meditated each day in their flower filled garden. Chris had been
fascinated with the little ritual and one day asked her what she was doing.
    “I’m meditating. Our people believe it is important
to keep the mind free of impure thoughts.”
    He was so young then, perhaps only nine, and wasn’t
willing to sit still for that long, “But what if I can’t meditate? How do I
keep my mind pure, Mom?” He had asked her fearfully.
    His mother had smiled and stroked his face lovingly,
“That’s alright, son. We also have another way of stopping bad thoughts.”
    “What is it?” He had asked eagerly.
    “Next time you have bad thoughts in your mind,
simply ‘stop’ thinking and breathe. Don’t think at all, just simply breathe and
count to ten. The thoughts will be gone and you can fill your mind with happy
thoughts, okay?”
    … nine …ten…
    Chris took a deep breath and began to think more
logically. Panic would only give him away. He knew if he asked the right people
and followed the signs he would find the morgue and everything would fall into
place.
    He eventually found where his mother’s body was
being kept and upon reading her paperwork he discovered she was due to be moved
to a nearby funeral home to prepare her for burial.  The transfer was
happening the next morning.
    Having the information he came for, Chris slipped
off the lab coat and exited the hospital.  He got back into his car and
paused before starting the engine. It was