They both hesitated, looked at each other, then nodded.
"Then I suppose there's no time like the present," he said, and got to work.
* * *
Rachel slowly drifted back to consciousness, not that she wanted to. She relaxed, enjoying the simple pleasure of lying in a soft bed doing nothing. She felt like she hadn't just relaxed in ages. There was always this nagging voice in the back of her head pushing to accomplish, to achieve. That's when she realized:
The voice was gone.
"My father is an i***t," Rachel though while mentally bracing herself for the pain and compulsion to change her mind.
Nothing happened.
There was no pain, no compulsion, and no reprisal whatsoever for her thoughts.
She was free.
Rachel wanted to jump for joy, but settled for smiling. She hadn't been able to smile
