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    Bonnie lifted her small hand, extending her forefinger, and prodded the air where the video was. It began to play a scene from outside of her house and she recognized the area immediately. A cab floated in, settling near the curb, and a man and a woman stepped out. Their features were hard to make out since it was so dark but everything about him reminded her of Ronald. The man ushered the woman along as they approached the house. Then the feed stopped suddenly and the scene was frozen.
    “Your shooter had a female accomplice by the looks of it, Bonnie. Ronald, your ex-husband, does he have a girlfriend or anyone that would have cause to do harm to you?” Sal asked.
    “We haven’t spoken since the week after our divorce was final. If there was a chick out there to help him cook this up, I wouldn’t have the slightest clue who she is,” Bonnie said.
    “Okay, thank you, Bonnie. You’ve been a tremendous help,” Sal said.
    “What happens now?” she asked.
    “Well, now you speed along your recovery and get better. As for me and Mr. Ronald, we’re gonna have ourselves a little chat, as soon as we can bring him in.”
    When Minstretta left the room, Bonnie was in shock. She had known that Ronald blamed her for his life falling apart, but murder was not his style. It would be the last thing that he’d ever resort to. The Ronald she knew wouldn’t kill a bug.
    She adjusted her body to face the window and watched the wide variety of cars that were floating by. They looked like a school of mechanical fish, masterfully zipping around one another whilst staying together, restricted by the invisible barriers of the upper highway.
    Memories came to her of days in the past where she would impatiently activate the “running late” automation on her car. Now she wanted to be out there, flying above the busy city and looking out at her fellow commuters making their way to their jobs. It made her realize how much of her actual life she had taken for granted before the shooting. She had been a spoiled little girl in a woman’s body, with little patience for other people and tunnel vision for her bottom line.
    Maybe this was the reason why she could only remember the work-related areas of her past. Perhaps the social areas were all so fuzzy because they didn’t exist. She had been a working machine with a failed marriage, a large bank account, and no people skills. If she were honest with herself, this was what she was. Who would care if a creature like her died? A tear trickled down the corner of her nose and she closed her eyes to sleep.
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    The following day Bonnie woke up to an older couple inside of her room. They were looking over her charts and arguing over something but she couldn’t place who they were. She had her back turned to them so she feigned being asleep and listened as they threw accusations back and forth.
    She heard the words “your daughter” and immediately assumed that it was made in reference to her. What bothered her was that she had no recollection of her parents, though she tried and tried to bring up some memories.
    After fifteen minutes of eavesdropping quietly, Bonnie decided that she couldn’t take it any longer. She rolled over to face them and what she saw surprised her. The woman looked both stately and ethereal at the same time, and next to her was a bald gentleman with a gray goatee. The pair complemented one another with wealth and status and they both smiled widely when they saw her face. These are my parents? Bonnie asked herself and when they moved in closer, she couldn’t help but smile back at them.
    “Nothing keeps my little girl down,” the old man said, and the woman broke down crying and fell into his arms. It was clear that she was unable to hold it together and she became a mess of stuttering as she shuddered with tears.
    “Mom?” Bonnie tried, and the woman paused
    “Mom? Oh, no…” she said and began to cry even louder.
    “Bonbons, this isn’t your