"Okay, so scratch the bezoar." God, why, oh why did you have to pick the toughest one, Rebecca what is wrong with you?, she chastized herself. "This is great, we've got the hardest of the bunch and we have random symptoms. I think until something happens to one of us, we'll have no way to tell what to use. So, we wait?". It was a question not a statement. Oh goodness! "Ya know what?", said Becca as she rose to her feet, "I'm going to go get us some textbooks, and we can flip through them." She walked to the opposite side of the room and returned eith two textbooks, placing one in front of her "partner" and the other in front of herself. Then, she began to read.