Martha's aunt, Howie's mother, called and practically begged her to let him fly out for a couple of days.
Howie's father died while he was in the coma.
The left side of Howie's head was absent hair and a series of three dark scars were visible.
Martha kept up a steady stream of reminiscences; I'm sure for Howie's benefit.
Annie was Howie's little sister.
Betsy was safe with a nine and I thought my four bought me cot until Howie's snake eyes saved me.
"Howie's not up there," she said, alarm in her voice.
It should be Howie's choice if he wants to take this matter forward.
Quinn reacted as we'd grown to expect but Howie's visions became our afternoon project.
I was left sitting on my hands until the appointed hour of Howie's nap before Betsy assigned me the chore of remaining in the small room while he slept.
Betsy shared Howie's disappointment but she put on a good face.
I related Howie's comment about not letting go.
A shake of Howie's head denoted no strange encounters of the weird kind.
It surprised me to learn Betsy was actively working on Howie's dreams.
Howie's hand shook as he raised his coffee cup.
I look at it this way; something is going on in Howie's head.
Could the fact that Howie's brain waves are somehow different after his lengthy coma and all the operations he endured be effected by what you were doing?
That couldn't happen in Howie's case.
While to the rest of us, questioned if Howie's visions recorded real life events and if so, how to prove veracity of the vision, Quinn, the scientist wanted only to know why.
It's Howie's mind so it's his choice.
At first I couldn't understand Howie's mumble but then it became clearer.
I'd not told my wife about Howie's sister Annie's abduction and murder.
The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced of the incredible scope of Howie's gift.
That got me pissed off and Quinn accused me of always taking Howie's side.
We weren't sure what to do or even if we should report Howie's feelings.
As inconvenient as it would be, Betsy and I would continue to travel north each weekend, flying at Howie's expense.
I'm talking about Howie's reaction to witnessing a crime being committed.
I would set the schedule of Howie's activities, with ample time for us to have a life and hopefully cease feeling guilty for not doing more.
Martha was playing nurse maid to both Howie's limitations and his fragile ego while struggling with morning sickness and her stressful hospital position.
I knew he desperately wanted to pursue Howie's never-before-encountered ability as far as it would go.
It's Howie's head so it's his choice but the machines, are mine exclusively.
It frustrated to Betsy who spent hours on the Internet seeking the most effective uses of Howie's talent.
From Howie's standpoint it was easy.
Howie's first two sessions were failures.
Nevertheless, Howie's funds were dwindling rapidly.
While I remained eager to discuss the conversation, I couldn't disagree with Howie's logic.
I decided to pick Daniel Brennan's brains on the matter Howie's sister Annie's abduction.
No sound disturbed Howie and with Martha able to use her special hypnotic-like tone, little time was wasted inducing Howie's sleep state.
Not only were we rewarded by the success of Howie's activities but our new personal situations were blissful.
While none of us opted for involvement, Howie's insistence was the first time he hadn't acted like a tethered toddler.
However, with Howie's credibility questioned, I felt we were compelled to revisit the issue.
Howie's record was thirty-four minutes but he felt he could extend this if needed.
I know Quinn continued to disdain the underutilization of Howie's abilities.
But Howie's abilities were wholly dependent on Quinn and his apparatus.
Each of us was concerned with Howie's sanity and after I laid out all the proposed safe guards, we agreed for me to approach Howie.
Quinn returned to the hospital but Betsy and I remained at Howie's side in the pitch dark room.
He too was excited with Howie's success and promised to keep us informed.
The Police didn't buy it and both were arrested, thereby renewing Howie's credibility.
She glided over to Howie's side and grasped his hand while he maintained a nervous smile.
Julie gave Howie's hand a tug.