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Even by METRO the trip to Doctor Theia’s never took more than an hour but that left Gabrielle and Adriel just two hours to get ready- precious little time when getting ready included a 99 pound blind woman providing physical therapy, preening, dressing, feeding and hoisting a 145 pound flaccid man around.

Adriel’s main wheelchair was power driven but he seldom used the drive. The joystick that moved the chair had been moved to the back of the chair and augmented with a vision activated sensor. The “eye drive,” as Adriel liked to call it, worked well but he found it frustrating because it was time consuming and difficult. Unless Gabrielle was completely unavailable mostly they traveled under her control rather than his. What the chair amply offered the couple was communication. Adriel’s vision activated use of his voder might be slow but with it they could speak to one another.

Coffee was important to both of them but they each had only a small cup and because they would be out of the house for hours Adriel wore adult disposal diapers. He prided himself on not using them but he was still a believer in the Boy Scout motto.

“Big day, huh?” he asked via voder.

“Could be one of the biggest in a long time,” she answered, putting a spittoon under his mouth and telling him, “spit.”

He had done his best but just from the sound his mouth had made Gabrielle knew his attempt had been ineffectual. She whipped his mouth with a face towel, brought his sippy cup to him, said, “Spit,” once more and then had him drain the remaining water from the cup. “If I’m selected for this round of Ocata then I might regain some vision. I’m trying not to get my hopes up while remaining hopeful, you know? Oh! Sorry! Who knows better than you?” she asked as she removed the bib from around his neck and gently hugged him to her. “I love you so much, Adriel.”

“Right back at you, Spider Woman. Now stop being maudlin and let’s get this freak show on the road, after all the METRO crowd is just waiting to see us, right?”

“Yeah,” she replied, finding and kissing his lips. “Keep movin’, movin’, movin’, though they’re disaprovin’, keep them doggies movin’, rawhide!” she sang to him.