Since the pummelling, Ira had been trying to regain his breath and clear his mind. He raised his head as instructed. "I am Sergeant Moana Rangitira, ma'am," he said respectfully, holding her intense look.

"Yes, yes," she said slowly, "You are familiar to me. And I know your name. Is your mother's name Ata?"

"Yes, ma'am, that is my mother," said Ira.

"Well... you will not remember me, young man, but you sat on my knee when you were a just baby," she said ...