Chi Dao got sick before Christmas. At first it looked like a normal viral infection, and everybody else in the zone was getting sick too, but unlike everyone else, she just never really got better, so they sent us to Thailand, and that didn't work either. President put us together this transfer to do whatever unconventional missionary work we could manage - mostly at home with a few special assignments we could do inside. However, we knew her days in the mission field were limited. We have tried to make the most of it, and now we have only one week left. Last night we got the call that she flies home next Tuesday. I hung up the phone at 9:24 PM, told Chi Dao, and then we kind of flipped out for a couple hours and finally settled down enough to pray for the night. I thought maybe we would get to sleep after that, but 1 AM found us lying on our beds singing Les Mis songs because we still couldn't sleep. It lasted until almost 3 AM. I almost made it without "killing" anyone (being someone's companion for their last transfer). Dang it, Thay Tuan, why did you have to be right when you said, "Let's not kid ourselves. You're going to Cambodia; you're going to get sick"? Chi Dao has been my favorite companion. Now, because if our MTC teachers are reading this, they probably had to read that last bit over again a few times and they're still reeling from it, I have to explain that as dancers we always say that a terrible dress rehearsal means it will be a great performance. Hoa Dao Take 2 has been awesome.