Dr. Wall arrived just as Shelly had finished loading the formula into the computer that allowed the user to choose a cancer to see how the formula or calculation would respond. Shelly chose the cancer that killed more of her patients than any other: leukemia. The computer prompted her to agree to run the exercise. She hit the key without trepidation and the system began to whirl.
“What are you doing?” Wall asked, startling Shelly as she sat in mid-thought about the implications of this moment in time.
“Shhh!” She put her hand up to stop him from talking. She pointed to the modeling chamber, where a message flashed that a decision had been reached and the answer was about to appear. It had only taken forty-five seconds, and the monitor said it all:
NEUTRALIZED.
“Mother of God, Shelly,” he said. “What am I looking at?” “Well, it was leukemia.” Tears rose in her eyes. She looked at Dr.
Wall with more admiration than ever in her life. She felt almost spiritual; not religious, but as though she was floating on air, defying gravity. “He called.”
“Hans?”
“Well, whoever it was spoke with a German accent and called you Dr. G.”
“My God, he’s alive.”
“Oh, he’s alive all right,” she said. “Very much alive. And, yes, he did give us both a miracle back in ’72.”
Dr. Wall nodded; the mystery was finally solved. Shelly turned her attention back to the modeling simulator. Her out-of-body experience had subsided, and her chosen role of doctor went into high gear. “Where the hell is breast cancer on this thing?” she said, fumbling with the control panel. Wall looked at her and shrugged his shoulders.
“Here it is. Everything is loaded,” she said as Dr. Wall looked on. “Okay, find the bad cell, and kill it!” she exclaimed and hit the button to launch the exercise.
They watched in amazement as the breast cancer cells were neutralized.
“Yes!” they both exclaimed, high-fiving and acting like a couple of kids.
“Everything okay back there?” yelled Johnny. “Uh,” answered Dr. Wall. “Just telling a few jokes.”