"I was told to come down here. There's been a problem with my son, Glenn," Mrs. Williams said to Principal Skinner.

"Yes, he tripped a little girl, a second grader."

"I'll get him to say he's sorry."

"He did it on purpose. He isn't sorry!"

"He's only in fourth grade. You know how boys are."

"What he did is not acceptable."

"I'll talk to him."

"I've talked to him."

"What is going to happen? Is he suspended?"

"That didn't work last time. I have decided on a more severe punishment. He has to understand what he did is wrong."

"I will talk to him."

"Come with me."

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Mrs. Williams followed the principal. They entered a room in the school she had never seen. She could see her son and another girl sitting side by side. The children weren't in the same room as Mrs. Williams. They were in the adjacent room separated from her by glass. She could see him, but she wasn't sure that he could see her. She suspected the glass was in fact a one-way mirror.

There was a distant look on Glenn's face. His eyes were opened, but they were dilated. He was wearing a gray T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. The girl, Briana who was sitting next to him had the same look. She was wearing a cyan knee-length tank dress. There was a clear water stain on the skirt of the torn dress. Both children were sitting in straight-back metallic chairs. Obscuring the tops of their heads was what looked like a fifties-style hairdryer. It was semi-egg-shaped with a digital readout on each device.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm placing into your son's memory what Briana experienced. He'll see her day the exact way that she saw it. It'll allow him to know and feel exactly what she felt."

"You can't do that. I won't permit it!"

"I'm afraid you haven't any say in the matter."

"I do! He's my son. I won't permit it!"

"I'm sorry."

"Let me in there!" Mrs. William's demanded. She moved toward the door that separated the two rooms. She grabbed the door by the handle. It didn't budge. She started to bang on the door. She knew that wouldn't do any good but she couldn't help herself.

"GLENN, GLENN!!! Get up!"

Glenn couldn't hear anything she said or the banging on the door.