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Psi (sigh) is defined as the active agent by which mind influences matter and is able to receive Extrasensory Perceptions (ESP) impressions.
1981-The Congressional Research Service concluded that "Recent experiments in remote viewing (clairvoyance) and other studies in parapsychology suggest that there exists an "interconnectiveness" of the human mind with other minds and with matter. This interconnectiveness would appear to be functional in nature and amplified by intent and emotion."
1985 A report prepared for the Army Research Institute regarding experiments in parapsychology and remote viewing concluded that "The bottom line is that the data reviewed in [this] report constitute genuine scientific anomalies for which no one has an adequate explanation or set of explanations.... If they are what they appear to be, their theoretical (and, eventually, their practical) implications are enormous."
1987- The National Research Council reviewed at the request of the US Army. The committee recommended that the Army monitor parapsychological research being conducted in the former Soviet Union and in the United States and they admitted that they could not propose plausible alternatives to the "psi hypothesis" for some classes of psi experiments.
1995 The American Institutes for Research reviewed formerly classified government sponsored psi research for the CIA at the request of the U. S. Congress. Statistician Jessica Utts of the University of California, Davis, one of the two principal reviewers, concluded that "The statistical results of the studies examined are far beyond what is expected by chance. Arguments that these results could be due to methodological flaws in the experiments are soundly refuted."
Skeptic, Ray Hyman, agreed: "The statistical departures from chance appear to be too large and consistent to attribute to statistical flukes of any sort. I tend to agree with Professor Utts that real effects are occurring in these experiments. Something other than chance departures from the null hypothesis has occurred in these experiments."
House needed to find Wilson before he went home and so he called him. Wilson failed to answer his cell phone, annoying House who needed Wilson's information now. He knew that Wilson was a stickler for not using his cell phone near hospital equipment, so that meant he was probably somewhere in the chemo unit or a patient's room. House's leg was warning him that he had overextended himself and that any more exercise would result in a rough night. But, House needed Wilson's Chamber of Commerce member number so that he could get a discount on their tickets to the Princeton Animation Festival which started tonight.
House hit the chemo unit first, but there was no sign of Wilson. He took the elevator up to the oncology patients' ward. When the doors opened, he got off and went past the Nurses' desk and along the outside of the rooms. Spotting Wilson in a room, he saw him talking to an older woman in the bed and an older man and a pretty woman, both standing nearby. Knowing Wilson, he was probably delivering the usual news, 'you're going to die.' House thought to himself that Wilson should add to his delivery that there was an upside of the equation, "At least it will stop the meter on the hospital bill."
House was amazed at how well Wilson handled the fact that a good portion of his patients died. Wilson's patient death rate was higher than most oncologists because Wilson was so good at what he did, that he was known as the oncologist of last resort. He received more than his fair share of Stage IV cancer patients referred to him by other desperate oncologists. It made it difficult for him to have normal survival statistics, but that didn't seem to hurt his reputation or his ability to get malpractice insurance. On the plus side, his statistics of survivors with Stage IV cancers was 33% higher than the average oncologist. As a result, he was referred a lot of Stage IV cancer patients as their last, best chance.
House burst through the sliding door with the intent of making his presence known, getting the Chamber of Commerce number and disappearing down the hall. About to make a witty comment to Wilson's patient, House looked across the bed at the woman who was standing. He caught her glance for just a second before she gazed forcefully down at her shoes. In just that second, when their eyes met briefly, House felt a strange electrical feeling shoot through him from his head to his feet. It was gone now. He shook his head and raised his eyebrows as Wilson turned and stared at him.
"Are you ok House?" Wilson saw House shake his head as if he was trying to shake something painful off.
"Yeah...yeah." He paused as if he was making sure he was ok, "What's your CC number? I need it for the tickets."
Wilson was frustrated, he was trying to be tactful with what would be life and death decisions for this woman and House was acting nonchalant and cavalier as usual. He knew that if he didn't give him the number, House would make rude and irreverent remarks, making it impossible for him to continue with his conversation. "Here." He pulled his Chamber of Commerce card out of his wallet and handed it to House.
But rather than leave, House paused and glared at the woman standing across the room. He stared at her, trying to burn a hole in her so that she would be forced to look up and acknowledge him, but she didn't. He finally left.
I could feel him before he entered the room. He's one of those people who have an overpowering force, overwhelming everything else in their path. I could feel that he was one of them. I had to avert my eyes or he would have sensed something and made a scene, he's that type. I could smell him even though he had been more than ten feet from me the whole time. I also knew that he was curious, curious about me and that brief connection we made. I have to be careful; this is a curious man, no one's fool.
Wilson continued where he left off, "So Mrs. McCormick, we'll start the experimental treatment tomorrow and hopefully we'll see results by the end of the week." Wilson looked at the older woman in the bed and then at the two family members standing by her. "Any questions?" He intended the question to be for all of them.
"Doctor, what are the side effects of the treatment?" the woman standing up asked.
"Well, like I said, she will be nauseated, probably experience hair loss and the most significant is that we may see a spike in her liver enzymes. If they get too high, we'll have to reconsider the treatment. Anything else?"
They all shook their heads no, but the standing woman followed him out the door. "Dr. Wilson, I can tell you're optimistic about the treatment, but can you tell me what stage my cousin is in?"
"Stage III. We still have a fighting chance with her." He smiled.
She put her hand on his arm and looked deliberately into his eyes and said, "You know sometimes drug companies fudge on their protocols, so please excuse me I'm skeptical about the drug."
"Well...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"
"Teagan, this is a well known drug company; I'm sure they followed protocol."
She pulled her hand off of his arm and smiled kindly at him. Teagan was satisfied that Wilson was a good human being, but he cared too much sometimes. She nodded her head in acknowledgment of what he was saying.
"What is your relationship to ?" Wilson asked.
"Second cousin. We don't have many left in our family, so she's about all I have. Her husband has to go back to West Virginia to work so I'm going to stay with her."
"Where are you staying while in Princeton?"
"I have a room at the downtown Washington Square Resident Inn."
"You're adventurous, that's pretty crusty; the area isn't that great." Wilson looked at her and summed her up in one word, pixie. She had short reddish-blonde hair, a slightly turned up nose with freckles spattered across it. Her ears were cute, her lips pretty and her eyes a light blue with a little hint of green around the cornea. She had a nice, sweet voice, but there was a slight sadness almost an old soul feeling about her.
"I know, but I had to take what I could afford. Hopefully, I'll be spending my time here and just crashing there at night." She said calmly.
"Well, I have to get on with my rounds. Good bye for now. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Thank you Dr. Wilson...for everything." She watched as he left, contemplating the man under the lab coat. He had a kind voice, one that could make bad news go down smoothly. The eyes were such a gorgeous liquid brown, it seemed as if they reflected light like a pool. Not only was he was good looking in a polished preppy way, but he had the benefit of introspection and sensitivity, the perfect doctor, unlike the mant that had popped into the room earlier. She liked Dr. Wilson, but he was still looking for something to fill that hole in his heart. Teagan felt a little liquid coming from her nose and looked quickly around to see if anyone had noticed. No one was around. She ran and grabbed a Kleenex, dabbing the blood. It wasn't bad, it had already stopped bleeding.