"Operation. You mean there's a cure?" Roshell said, finally setting her mug down. "Yep. It's in three days. But there's a 50% chance that I wont survive it. So I've decided to take what ever time I have left and do all the fun stuff I've missed out on by playing it safe." "Oh, oh yeah! Like shooting at people and passing out in the alley, right?" Roshell said sarcastically. "Well yeah. MInus that stuff." "MMhmm? Roshell said doubtfull."But why not take the operation? No matter how you look at it, 50% life sounds a whole lot better than 100% dead." JOnny shrugged. "Dosn't matter. If I live I'll just have to go back being the weak and the bullied. This way, I get to do what I want and dont have to worry about the consequences." Roshell nodded thoughtfull. She looked up all of a sudden and her eyes flashed with some thing oddly like hope. "GOOD! Lets go!" Roshell, who would now only respond to "ANGEL", had obviosly gone mad. Because she was talking about her helping him over come his fears and take the operation. MOving into his house, going to his school. "What about my parents?" "I'm some street urchin you found while you were down town, feeding the poor and took pity on. I'm only staying for a while, until I can get back on my feet." "What about your parents, then?" "Left them a note." "School?" "Dropped out when I was twelve. By the way, how old are you?" Seventeen. Why?" "I'm sixteen but I think I can pass. Do you have a computer?" "Uh---yeah?" "Good. I'm a wizz at computers. I'll be registerd for school by tomorow with notes explaining my registering half way through the year and my staying with you." It all seemed so perfect, and finally he gave up on fighting her. "Okay angel. You win."