"Perhaps you could discuss it with your husband." Schiller finally brought the conversation back on track. "Your family didn't tell you that there was a problem with the space station where Oakes works because they wanted to protect you... No, no, Lisa, calm down!! He's safe right now... Charles!"
Charles hurriedly pointed a finger, and Lisa, who had been flailing like a live fish, collapsed onto the bed. Schiller let out a breath of relief. The two of them moved Lisa onto the bed, and seeing her current mental state, Schiller said, "It'll be difficult to have her persuade Oakes. We can't make things any harder for this couple."
"Then what do we do? We still haven't found the culprit behind the space station incident. The key is what Oakes did."
"Perhaps I'll have to find a way to go up there myself." Schiller said, "I can't judge Oakes's condition over the phone. I need to meet him in person."
Charles glanced at Schiller and keenly sensed something. "Is this a limitation of your gift?"
"Not entirely. If it's someone I've known for a long time, remote treatment is possible. But I'm not familiar with Oakes. You could even say he's a complete stranger to me. I can't be completely certain."
Charles had been about to say something, but the words turned into a sigh. "You've taught me a lot, Doctor, especially rigor and humility in this line of work."
"Then humbly press the grammar correction button a few more times." Schiller smiled. "Although you make fewer grammatical mistakes than most, I still find it hard to believe that an Englishman can't distinguish singular from plural."
"I can distinguish them! I just forgot to type an s!" Charles emphasized. "Because I was typing too fast..."
"It's es, dear Charles. Press