She was not accustomed to this, to controlling Samantha without Samantha actually being actively present, but there was no choice. It was either this, or the nurses from the retirement home would sound an alarm, and this was not something Christine felt would benefit anyone.
It was odd, perhaps, that she was more resilient at times, but she watched the little boy from behind her eyes, and she smiled.
This was not bad. The nurses calmed and left, and she folded her hands in her lap to wait for it all to pass, oui?