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"Inoperable?" She asked.

"I'm afraid so, Mrs. Tanner. A brain tumor like that, there's no way to get at it."

"Nothing? Nothing at all? Not even something experimental?"

"For this? No, not to... wait, let me check something."

The doctor took out his laptop and started to do some checking. Beth Tanner just stood there, in suspense at what he was going to say. No way they can't do something, right?

"Okay, I see something for a procedure and you're in luck, they have slots. I can contact them, and put you in for a priority case."

"Oh my god, yes, please. When do I go see them?"

"They're in the building. Here, I can have you meet them now and they can discuss the next steps."

He took her several floors up and she was almost elated to meet the neurosurgeon, who assured her she'd be perfect. She quickly signed everything he asked of her and as she signed the last form she asked but one question.

"When do I start?"

"Today." He said with a smile, leading her to an examination room.

Henry Laughton smiled the next day, talking calmly with a nurse.

"So, I'm clear to go?" He asked.

"You certainly are." She said, smiling at him as both of them stood. He smoothed out his dress and fixed a small bunch in his pantyhose.

"How do I look?"

"I would say very well." She said as they started to walk. She soon handed Henry off to another nurse and she immediately went to the office where Mrs. Tanner had been just yesterday. There the doctor was reviewing some paperwork.
"How is your patient?"

"Released." She said plainly. "He seems very pleased with his new body."

"He should be. Finding the right body for him took some time. Convincing her that she had an inoperable brain tumor and getting her to sign her life and body away, that was, my dear, was very easy!"