Chapter 3. Making Friends

Ok, so I did. Dr. Wernor is a type of Telepath. I say Type because there are different kinds. Nadda gets thoughts and sometimes pictures of what the person is thinking about. Dr. Wernor is different, more advanced.

He says that sometimes a telepath's gifts grow as the telepath grows, like when Nadda is his age (38) she might have the same amount of powers as him, or more advanced, or the same as she has now, or less advanced as she has now, he said that as we grow older the powers could go away or weaken. He seemed pretty intense about it so I sat and listened to him tell me all about the different kinds he'd seen like some kids not being able to control there powers at all, some whose powers only worked when they were upset or tired, some who could control there powers so well that they could project images and there own thoughts to the person they wanted to.

He seemed almost awed by the last one.

After a little while my attention started to waver, I'm not a kid who can sit down for too long with out getting antsy. He seemed to realize this and he stood.

"I'm sorry if I'm boring you, I'll call Bob to see if he'll escort you back to your room, not that I don't trust you, it's just that you don't know your way around just yet."

"I can tell you trust me, I'm glad your letting me walk out of here."

It took him a minute to get my meaning but when he did he blushed. "I'm sorry about that, its policy, if we're not sure what the patient will do we drug them until we have a chance to talk to them."

"I understand, probably if Bob had tried to 'escort' me here earlier after lunch, which we have to talk about, I would have hurt him and tried to run away, taking out anyone in my way."

"You couldn't have hurt Bob, he's one of our older patients here, he's like you with natural strength, he used to be a quarterback. "

"Ya, sure, anyway, about my lunch, can I just have whatever Nadda's having?"

"We'll see what we can do, with your condition you might need a certian vitamin, or something or another, if that's all I'll get Bob in here."

He turned without an answer and openned the door, He said something to someone in the hall, and Bob came in.

"Are you ready to go, miss Christianna?" He said in that slow drowsy voice of his, yep I could believe he was a football player.

Once we were in the hall I looked back at Dr. Wernor's office door, it said Dr. Wernor on it. We'll at least if I ever want to come back I can find it easy.

We walked down a long hall with a row of doors on each side each of the doors had a differen't doctor's name on it. Then we turned left and walk down another long hall with more doors and more names, the entire place had a strange maze like feeling to it. I'm pretty sure if I tried to find his office on my own I'd get lost, easy.

When Bob took me back to the room, Nadda was sitting on the bed, waiting. "So, how did it go?"

"Ok, I think I got him P.O.'d at first but got back on his good side by listening to him talk about Telepaths and the different types and what and so forth."

"Hmm, would you like it if I took you on a tour of the Facility?" she asked, ducking her head like I once saw a puppy do after his master yelled at him for Eating his pot roast, I mean excuse me but if you don't want the dog eating your pot roast don't set it to cool on the table in the back yard and forget about it.

I shrugged "Sure."

She smiled up at me from the bed and I tell ya it was a killer. This girl would make Brad Pitt boil. Not that I think Brad pitt's all that great he's just who everyone else likes. I wish he hadn't shaved his head.

DRF has the best training facility in the United States, well, them and the ARMY. They have weights that can hold 10,000 pounds, bicycle machines that can take 400 miles without smoking, a 50 foot deep swimming pool, a 15 foot pull up bar; for the really tall people, and a rock climbing wall at least 150 feet high.

I could feel the muscles aching to do it all. Unfortunately for me, my guide, Nadda, wants to explain how everything works, and were it is. Right down to the handle on the toilet.

A good thing about having a friend whose a telepath, she says she doesn't like it when I say mind-reader. She'll get into a big fight about it. According to her she only let me get away with it in the first place because I was new and didn't know any better. Plus I think she was afraid I'd beat her up for condridicting me. I still might. She turned to look at me.

Sorry Nadda. She nodded. Before she left she asked if it wold be alright if she read my mind, for practice you under stand. I don't mind, You know how some people say, my friend and I are so close its like she can read my mind? Well in this case its, My friend and I are really close AND she can read my mind.

Anyway a good thing about having a friend who is a telepath is she can tell you what other people think about you. A first impression is very important. Plus its good to know when a Cute guy is checking you out.

She looked back at me with a alright-settledown- class look on her face, Yes ma'am. I'm pretty sure she thinks I was put on this earth for her own amusement.

"You are always getting distracted Christianna, it is important that you don't let your thoughts run away with you it makes it very Easy for a Telepath with higher strength to control you.