They were taking him somewhere again. The father was against it, although he remained silent. His mother was offended by him to such an extent that she did not ask him to help him roll the stroller with Igor down the steps of the entrance. She reproached her husband for his indifference to the fate and health of her son, not noticing that his father’s silent sympathy was more pleasant for Igor than her nervous exclamations and the constant mention that Igor was sick. But the father was unable to change anything because of his reserved nature, and the mother perceived this as his weakness and tried to command the house, doing everything the way she liked. It seemed to her that her household did not understand that she was right. For her, her son was a sick part of her body, while for her father he was, first of all, a person......Igor was silent, closing his eyes. He absorbed vital energy from the basis of the foundations, from the universal field. He needed her like air: for himself, for Irina, for other patients......Filled with energy, Igor tensed and with a ragged crack, twitching, with a roar in his head, with blinding flashes of light in his eyes, nerves sprouted from his brain into his thumb left hand. Ignoring the sharp and burning pain, he began to punch channels to the rest of the fingers, then to the muscles of the arm itself. He sweated like a mouse as he struggled through to his right arm and legs. All the muscles of his body trembled with a small nervous tremor, which was very ticklish. He was so exhausted that he could not move... Having calmed down, Igor waited out the attack and again continued to break through the channels in the nerves, bending his legs, arms and fingers. In the morning he was seized with fear, he was afraid to move: what if it was all a dream?! Plucking up courage, he began to move his arms and legs with difficulty. They obeyed him and he wanted everything at once. He decided to try to get back on his feet. Sticking his skinny, skin-and-bones legs out from under the blanket, in pain, helping himself with weak hands, he sat down. He swayed from side to side: it turns out that he did not know how to stay upright without support. But deep memory pushed these skills into his consciousness...