Spock and T'Mara stand arm in arm as they focus on Stephen Roundtree. It is 0930 hours, and there is a small gathering at the outlook that faces the Pacific Ocean. It is the very same outlook that Spock and T'Mara frequently visited. Usually, their stopovers were more enjoyable interludes. This occasion is not one of those times. Jim, McCoy, and Uhura are present. T'Mara's three cousins and their families are also present. Andre and T'Sora, who recently became his wife, stand next to Spock.
"We are gathered here today to... say farewell to this little precious life that was cut all too soon. T'Sheika, she did not even get to experience the love of her parents and siblings." Stephen manages to keep his composure.
T'Mara's eyes well up with moisture. She leans her head onto her husband's shoulder.
"My wife, God is with us," Spock whispers into her ear. She gives him a weak smile and nods.
"T'Sheika now lies in the arms of Jesus. And yet there is still pain for the ones left here on earth. There is grief for the ones closest to the precious baby. Her parents, siblings, and grandparents are all here with the question, why? It is a question that may lie in all our hearts. The answer to the question is in Heaven. Remember Romans 5: 3-5, 'More than that we rejoice in our sufferings. Knowing that suffering produces endurance and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.' Also, remember 1 Peter 5:10, 'And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to His eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore confirm, strengthen, and establish you.'" Stephen takes in a breath then continues. "Spock, T'Mara, their lovely children and all who suffer with this family remember this: that your pain...turn it over to the One that loves you unconditionally. Now I end with 2 Corinthians 1:3-4. 'Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.' Now let us pray. Oh Heavenly Father, we offer this precious this little one to enter your Kingdom. May she now lie in your loving arms. Please, Jesus, comfort those who mourn her passing, especially Spock and T'Mara. Keep them close to Your heart. Amen."
Everyone raises their heads. Joanna hands the silver urn to Spock. Spock, T'Mara, T'Meika, and T'Anya who is holding Stefan's hand, go to the edge of the outlook. Spock removes the top of the urn. He raises it into the air. T'Mara places her hand on top his that holds the urn. His head slightly turns to her.
"Yahweh, we cast these..." his voice cracks with sadness, "ashes into the wind." He and T'Mara tilt the urn downward. The ashes fall into the wind. "She is yours once again... from heaven, she came and now to heaven she returns." He lowers his hand, then passes the urn to T'Mara. He allows one tear to leave his eye. The tears in T'Mara eyes now fall onto her brown cheeks. T'Meika and T'Anya embrace their parents. Everyone else slowly approaches them. They give their condolences. Jim, McCoy, and Uhura sense their friends' need to be alone, and take leave of them.
Andre goes up to T'Mara and Spock. "My children, as you know, our door is always open. Whenever you feel the need to come by, do so." He hugs T'Mara, then clasps Spock's hand.
Spock lets go of Andre's hand. "Thank you, Father."
Dr. T'Sora now approaches them. "Children I grieve with thee," she speaks in Vulcan.
"Nemaiyo Ko mekh (thank you, mother)," Spock responds.
Andre and his wife embrace each of Spock's children and then leave. T'Mara's cousins and their families share condolences. Hugs are given, and tears shed. Now the only ones left besides Spock's family is Stephen and his wife. They approach the family.
Spock speaks first. "Stephen, we thank you for the words you shared. We appreciate all you and your family has done for us during our time of grieving."
"You are quite welcome. Our families have become close over the years. We appreciate your dedication to the church; the honor is mine." Stephen pats Spock on his back.
Joanna, Stephen's wife, approaches T'Mara. "Yes, your friendship is dear to us. T'Mara, please contact me if you need to talk." Joanna knows the pain of losing a child.
"Thank you," T'Mara responds with a hug.
With all visitors gone, Spock drives his family home. They had agreed not to have a gathering after the service. It is not the Vulcan way, and they wish to grieve in private.
"Is anyone hungry? "asks T'Mara as she walks to the kitchen.
"Yes, Mother," T'Meika and T'Anya happen to say together.
"Spock?"
"T'Mara...yes, I will be out in a few minutes," he replies as he enters the home office. "I am going to check the message board." He sits at the desk and commands the computer to bring up any messages. Among the condolences, he almost misses a message from Star Fleet HQ. He quickly scans it.
T'Mara's voice breaks his concentration. "Spock, our midday meal is ready."
He decides that the communication can wait till after the meal. He joins his family at the oval oak table. They hold hands, and he gives grace.
T'Mara lifts her head and sees Spock's lips turn to a thin line. "Did you receive a disturbing message?"
He realizes that he is frowning. He changes his expression to neutral. "Disturbing...not exactly. There was a directive from Headquarters that needs your attention. But let us enjoy our meal."
An hour later, they both sit before the message screen and read:
Captain Spock, you are ordered to command the scout ship USS Surak II. You will have a crew of 150. This crew will include your wife, Dr. Leonard McCoy and Commander Uhura. Your mission is to investigate the planetoid Jarus, which holds the human colony name New Barbados. Two female members of the colony stole a flivver and reached Space Station Seven. These women claim that a gentleman name Simon Gardner and 'his thugs', as they put it, have taken over the colony by tainting the food supply with a mind-controlling drug. Also, these women state that there is harsh brutality and imprisonment for any who go against Mr. Garner. Some are used as slaves for manual labor. You must investigate these claims. We must be certain at all cost that no human rights are being violated.
You, Captain Spock, will lead the landing party. The party will consist of your wife, Dr. McCoy, and five security specialists. The specialists are to beam down ahead of the away team. Their mission is to blend in with the colonists and ascertain if they are indeed subjected to mind controlling drugs. You, Captain, will be our spy, for lack of a better term. You will befriend Mr. Gardner to gain his trust. We cannot act till proof is obtained. Once you have all necessary evidence, contact Star Fleet command. Then we will deploy the USS Excelsior for a rescue. You are to debark tomorrow at 1000 hours. Good day, Captain Spock and Lieutenant Commander Spock. Godspeed.
Admiral Jonathan Jamies
T'Mara studies her husband's features. "Wow...I guess no time to mourn. Duty calls."
Spock inwardly sighs. "Yes. Star Fleet does not recognize personal privilege." He commands the computer to turn off. As he stands, his hand reaches for T'Mara's hand. He walks her out of the office. He spots his three children in the living room. They both sit on the love seat.
"Children." Spock gets their attention. T'Anya is sitting on the floor with her padd as T'Meika sits on the club chair, while Stefan continues to play with his toys.
"Yes, Father?" T'Meika says, looking at both parents. T'Anya also looks up at her parents. She places her padd on her lap. Stefan, who is now two and a half, briefly looks up but then returns his attention to his toy bear.
Spock glances over to his wife, then back at their children. "The best way to proceed is to be straightforward. Your mother and I have been called off-world to investigate a colony. Perhaps human rights are being violated. I cannot go into detail, for the rest is classified. Your mother and I need to leave at 0900 hours tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, Father? Such short notice," T'Meika interrupts him.
Hearing the serious tone of his father, Stefan climbs up onto the sofa and sits between his parents.
"Yes, unfortunate. I regret that we will not be available to ease you through this time of mourning. We will contact Grandpa Andre and T'Sora to see when is the best time for the three of you to go over."
T'Meika looks at her father. Fear creeps into her. She never likes it when he has to leave. First, there was the Nimbus II incident, when Sybok kidnapped the three Federation representatives and hijacked the Enterprise. Then the Enterprise was used as an olive branch to the Klingons, and things went badly. Both times she had an irrational fear that he would not return. She knows by her sister's face that T'Anya shares that same irrational emotion.
T'Anya is the first to speak. "Father... can Star Fleet not order some else like your friend Admiral Kirk?"
"Admiral Kirk is already touring on the USS Kennedy. He is evaluating the cadets' performance. My daughter, when a Star Fleet Admiral calls you for duty, you must go. As I told your mother, Star Fleet does not recognize personal privileges. I realize this is hard for one so young, but put your trust in God. All will unfold as it should."
"But Dad...I...I am scared." She bows her head in shame.
T'Meika leans forward. "Father...I am a bit older, however, I too feel a bit of trepidation," she admits.
Spock takes a deep breath, then places his elbows on his thighs and clasps his hands together. T'Mara briefly rubs his back. He appreciates her small gesture, but his focus is still on their offspring. "Children, I regret that this is a last-minute order and that you just said farewell to your baby sister...T'Sheika. Most unfortunate timing. As much as you do not want us to leave, we also wish not to be parted from you both."
oooooooo
That night, Spock and T'Mara lay in their bed, under the covers.
"Angel...are you feeling apprehensive about our mission?" T'Mara asks as she cuddles against him.
"Apprehensive? No. Are you?"
"Perhaps...I don't know why. But I have an eerie feeling that something terrible might happen. I know it isn't logical, but nevertheless it creeps into my mind."
"T'Mara, put those fears aside. I have checked the duty roster. The crew is a very experienced one. As you are aware, Commander Uhura is a seasoned officer. Our friend Dr. McCoy is also accompanying us. Take it as a routine mission, but most of all remember John 14:27: 'Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be fearful.'" His voice is tender and reassuring.
She smiles sweetly and then kisses him on the cheek. "Yes...yes perhaps it is only because there have been so many years since I was called to serve aboard a ship."
He sees a change in her expression. "T'Mara what do you find amusing?"
"Just that my logical husband is the one reminding me that faith is the key."
"Indeed, my love...well, you only have yourself to blame for that." His eyes comb every inch of his wife's lovely brown face.
"Me... really? All my fault, huh?"
He interlocks his finger with hers. "Yes, you guided this lost, lonely soul with patience to the peace he sought for many years. The serenity he discovered could only be found in The Lord." His love for his wife comes to his face. Their lips meet tenderly. "T'Mara, the hour grows late, and we have an active day ahead of us." He rests his head on his pillow. Soon they are fast asleep.
oooooooooo
At the Star Base, Admiral Jamieson greets them, and then hands Spock a diskette that holds the details of the mission. Spock and T'Mara salute the Admiral, then board a flivver. They settle in their seats. In a couple of minutes, the space vehicle approaches 'dry dock'. The USS Surak II is now in view. The hanger doors open, allowing the flivver in the hanger deck. It is a smooth landing. Spock thanks the pilot and they exit the aircraft.
They are greeted by Commander Uhura and Dr. McCoy.
"You know, Spock, I thought I had semi-retired, but I guess Star Fleet has other plans for me. I am getting too old for these jaunts in outer space," McCoy complains.
Spock looks to his friend. "Well, Doctor, they must believe you are best for the job at hand."
"Thank you, but I won't be looking forward to having my molecules scrambled around."
Uhura smiles at the doctor's comments. She looks at her Captain. "Spock, I am honored to serve under you again."
"Nyota, I am pleased to have you as my second-in-command."
"Thank you, Spock." She smiles at him, then faces T'Mara. "How you faring? I...just...you just..."
"It is alright. I am fine, Nyota. Thank you. I have been turning that pain over to God, but I am a bit apprehensive about being called on a mission like this. It has been a while for me."
Uhura gives her a smile of reassurance. "Girl, you'll be fine."
Spock grabs hold of their bags. "Commander, I will see you on the bridge. Doctor, I will see you in the briefing room at 1500 hours." He then touches his wife's forearm. "Come, my wife."
In the corridor, T'Mara inquires, "Uh, do you know where our quarters are located?" They keep walking.
"Yes, T'Mara, I study the schematic diagram of the ship." He guides her onto the lift. They ride the lift to B Deck. They walk down another corridor to the Captain's quarters. They enter the cabin. Both are pleasantly surprised by its spaciousness.
She smiles in appreciation. "Well, home away from home."
"Indeed" He places their bags by the front of the bed.
T'Mara goes over to test out the bed. "I am indeed impressed. I believe these quarters are nicer, and the dimensions are larger than our quarters on the Enterprise."
"Yes, however, my quarters aboard the Enterprise were not true Captain's quarters. If you compare Admiral Kirk's old quarters, the dimensions are approximately the same. But I do agree it does appear more aesthetically pleasing. Perhaps, for the fact that this ship is only 1.758 years old. Ship designs have improved since the Enterprise's last refit."
His eyes notice a whiskey bottle sitting on the desk, and he walks over to it. There is a bright green ribbon wrapped around the bottle. There is a handwritten note sitting under the bottle of Tennessee Whiskey. Spock lifts the bottle to remove the note.
T'Mara approaches him from the rear. "From Dr. McCoy, I presume?"
His brow goes upwards. "A good presumption." He reads the note aloud. "Spock, just a little gift to wish you luck. I know you don't believe in luck, but you understand the sentiment. Oh yes, don't forget to share. Your friend, McCoy."
Spock places the bottle back on the desk. "Fascinating...I will thank the good doctor at the briefing. Come, T'Mara, I need to get to the bridge." They leave their quarters, then walk down the corridor. Spock is about to tell T'Mara how to get to her office at sickbay, but senses she would prefer that he escort her. Since they arrived ahead of schedule, he decides to guide her there. They arrive at the lift, then ride it to Deck D. He walks her to her office and they exchange a private, parting kiss.
The bridge crew of the scout ship is settled in their positions when Spock arrives.
"Captain on the bridge," announces the helmsman.
Spock steps down to the command chair. Before sitting, he scans the bridge. When his eyes meet Uhura's, he gives her a polite nod. "Commander, are all crew members accounted for?"
"Yes Captain, all accounted for, and the ship is secured."
"Excellent." He sits down. "Ensign, pilot her out of space dock. One quarter impulse power."
"Aye, Captain." Ensign George commences by easing on the lever. The ship slowly maneuvers its way clear of space dock.
Once out of earth's orbit, Spock places his next command. "Plot in the coordinates for the planetoid Jarus."
"Plotted and laid in, sir."
"Excellent, then engage at warp factor three."
"Aye, Captain." The helmsman pushes the lever farther.
The engines ignite. They are on their way to Jarus. As the scout ship passes Saturn, Spock leans slightly to one side and contemplates the upcoming mission. If the women's stories are true, his task will not be an easy one. Jarus Colony consisted of approximately five hundred humans from the Americas. These people had disliked being inundated by the various alien races arriving to make Earth their home. Some members of this colony were formerly Clean Up Earth members. Spock wonders why Star Fleet asked him to lead this mission, considering the colony's animosity towards aliens. Surely the leader of the colony would not be pleased to meet with a Vulcan.
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In a private corner of sickbay, Dr. McCoy approaches T'Mara and asks, "Hey, do you have a minute?'
"What's up, Doctor?" she asks.
He moves a bit closer. "Oh, just wanted to see how you are doing now. When you came aboard, you stated that you were apprehensive. Are you still feeling that way?"
"I am feeling a bit better. But that may change when we beam down." She gives him a weak smile.
"T'Mara, please don't mention to your husband what I am going to share with you. I want you to know that even though Spock and I may not see eye to eye on many issues, he is a good man, and well…he has guts. Many years ago, I didn't feel he could command a starship. Especially a starship full of emotional beings. But now, be assured, he makes an excellent Captain. His only problem is that he doesn't believe in himself as a leader. But I can understand that; it's hard coming behind Jim Kirk. He shouldn't compare his command style with Jim's. We as a crew should remind ourselves to also not compare him to Jim. That is not fair to him. T'Mara, I'm sure this mission will go well." McCoy pats her shoulder.
"Thank you, Leonard, and I promise to keep this between us." She gives a half-smile.
oooooo
1500 hours arrive. Spock sits at the head of the briefing room table. There are five security specialists present, along with Dr. McCoy, Medic Jennifer Lopez, Uhura, and T'Mara.
He scans the room, then leans back in his chair and outlines all the information about Jarus. Then he adds, "Star Fleet has already gained permission for us to beam down to New Barbados. They informed the colony marshal that we are there to aid them with supplies, medical exams, and equipment. We must not reveal our true intent." He looks to the head of security. "Lieutenant Martinez, I will need you to lead your team down first. You will be dressing as colonists, and beam into the outskirts of the city. The colony's sensors are not designed to pick up any transport beams, so they won't be able to detect you. Your assignment is to mingle with the colonists for the purpose of observation. All your reports to the ship must be in code. You should contact Commander Uhura every four hours."
"Yes, Captain. I will set up a team meeting to go over the particulars of the mission," Lieutenant Martinez replies.
Nyota Uhura glances over to Spock. "Captain, may I ask a question?"
"Proceed, Commander."
"Captain, I've heard a rumor that this colony was formed by a group of humans who despise or at least distrust other alien races. Some may have been members of CUE. Did Star Fleet Command inform the marshal that two of the landing party are Vulcan?"
Spock had not yet shared that information with the group. Glancing at T'Mara, he sees that her brows are furrowed. He addresses Uhura. "Commander, yes, that is not just a rumor but fact, yet there may be other factors why the humans left earth. I do not know if Star Fleet Command has informed the marshal of the fact that he will be meeting with Vulcans. I guess, as the human phrase goes, we will cross that road when we get there."
"And if I do not hear from you every four hours, what are my orders?" Uhura asks.
"Attempt to contact us or the security team. If that fails, send another security team down. By no means, Uhura, are you to beam down. I need my best officer here on the ship." He now stands and places his hands behind his back.
"Aye sir," Uhura responds with understanding.
"In that case, dismissed," he commands. Before Dr. McCoy leaves, Spock approaches him. "Doctor, please come to our quarters at 2130 hours. I believe we have some more to discuss."
McCoy smiles knowingly. "I will be there, Captain."
The briefing room empties of all but Spock and T'Mara. Spock feels his wife's eyes upon him.
Before he can open his mouth, T'Mara speaks. "You held back information from me? Why didn't you tell me why the colonists left earth?" Her voice is tight.
He swallows. "T'Mara, I regret not telling you before. I did not wish for you to be overly concerned. You were already anxious."
Her lips turn downwards. "So what's the difference if I became concerned a few hours earlier? Your wife is not a child."
He places his hands on each of her upper arms. "No, you are not. Forgive me. You are correct, I should have shared this information at once. Come, I need to report back on the bridge."
T'Mara relaxes a bit. She is inches from him. He lowers his head, then his lips meet hers. It is a brief but tender kiss.
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That evening, Doctor McCoy enters their spacious quarters.
"Have a seat, Doctor." T'Mara points to an empty chair. They are all sitting by a small table. The table holds two whiskey glasses, a regular glass, bite-size snacks, and a container holding ice. There is also a Tennessee whiskey bottle.
Spock places ice in each glass. "T'Mara, are you sure you don't want to partake?" asks Spock.
"No, not tonight, you two enjoy. I'll just have water."
They spend the next couple of hours enjoying light conversation. They all agree not to discuss the upcoming mission. T'Mara is a bit surprised when her usually restrained husband decides to consume a second shot glass of the hard bourbon. Normally when they visited the good doctor, the most he would drink was one. T'Mara wonders if her husband needs to release the tension of the upcoming mission. Tenseness he would deny experiencing.
McCoy begins to stand. Spock and T'Mara also stand.
"Spock...T'Mara...thank you for the pleasant evening. Oh, T'Mara, excellent choice in snacks." His words emerge a bit loosely.
"You are thanking the wrong person, Leonard. Thank Spock. He chose tonight's fare." She smiles sweetly.
"M'm ...really. Then thank you, Spock."
"You are quite welcome, Leonard."
McCoy begins to turn away. "Goodnight Spock...T'Mara."
Spock sees the doctor slightly sway. "Goodnight, Leonard...are you well?"
McCoy manages to steady himself. "I am fine," he says with slurred assurance.
Spock decides to let him be, for the doctor took pride in his high tolerance for alcohol. But Spock has noticed that over the years, the doctor could not handle liquor as well. It is an unpleasant reminder that his human friends age quickly.
ooooooo
Two days later, the ship is approaching Jarus. All is in readiness for the mission.
On the bridge, Spock is seated in the command chair. His fingers tap the intercom button. "Mr. Martinez, have your team in the transporter room in five minutes."
"Aye, Captain," Martinez says through the intercom.
"Preparing for orbit, sir," the helmsman states.
"Commander Uhura, please contact Mr. Gardner," Spock says as he stares at the enlarging planetoid screen.
A moment later, she reports, "I succeeded in contacting him, sir."
"On screen, Commander."
An image of a light-complected man with jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail now appears on the screen. He is standing in front of a large oak desk.
"Captain Spock, I presume."
"Your presumption is correct."
"Captain Spock, it is my honor to be able to meet one of Star Fleet's finest officer. I heard of your many exploits with Admiral Kirk. You are a hero, Captain Spock," Mr. Gardner says with his hands behind his back.
"Thank-you, Mr. Gardner, for your kind words. I would like to schedule a meeting with you at 0900 hours tomorrow. I will be accompanied by Lieutenant Commander Spock, Dr. McCoy, and Lieutenant Commander Lopez." Spock's face remains unreadable.
Mr. Gardner smiles. "Lieutenant Commander Spock is your wife?"
"Correct. Is the hour agreeable?"
"Agreeable, Captain. I look forward to your arrival." Mr. Gardner's image fades away. The screen goes back to viewing the planetoid.
Spock taps the intercom button. "Transporter room. Has Mr. Martinez and his team beamed down to Jarus?"
"Yes, sir, beam down was successful."
"Excellent, Chief Edwards."
A few minutes later Uhura speaks up. "Captain, coded message received from Martinez. The team is safe and sound, 5.763 miles west of the city. He states that they are coming up to a wooden building. He will contact us at the next scheduled interval."
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Spock meets T'Mara in the officers' lounge at 1200 hours. He is sitting across from his lovely wife.
"Any news from the security specialists?" T'Mara puts down her glass.
"Affirmative, they located an underground establishment. They are attempting to befriend the people. It will be crucial for the specialists to gain their trust. If successful, they can obtain information as to whether there is a mind control drug and who is responsible."
"The drug could be in the food or water supply. How will the specialists protect themselves from the drug?"
"The team brought their own food and water provisions."
"Good... any leads?"
Spock finishes chewing his bite of vegetarian meatloaf. He takes the napkin and wipes his mouth. "Nothing substantial at this time. Our job will be to gain the trust of Mr. Gardner and his cohorts. You need to study Mr. Gardner and give a psychological opinion of him. McCoy and Lopez will conduct physicals on the colonists." He picks up his glass and takes a drink.
"A challenging task." T'Mara sips on her iced tea.
"Indeed. We need to have substantial evidence that Mr. Gardner and his accomplices are behind this mind control and human rights violations. If this man is indeed psychotic, then we are not sure what he is capable of doing." He leans back in his chair.
"Yes, and if his cohorts are under his control, we could be over our heads with this investigation." Feeling her anxiety grow, she pushes her plate aside. "I'm finished."
Spock stands, then picks up both their trays. "Do not be overly concerned about what might happen. The security specialists will not be far. If the need arises, they will be able to rescue us."
Spock heads to the bridge, and T'Mara returns to her sickbay office. Spock receives further coded updates from the team. Yes, the food supplies were tainted with an unknown drug. The team was still analyzing the drug. They did learn that it is tasteless and odorless. The team also discovered that the underground grows their own food.
oooooo
The hour is quickly approaching for the second phase of the mission. As his shift ends, Spock rises from his command chair and approaches the communication console. Commander Uhura has already left her station. "Mr. Conrad, please relay any messages to my quarters."
"Aye, Captain."
"Lieutenant Commander Johnson, you have the con."
As Spock heads to the lift, he considers the situation. The last message from Mr. Martinez disturbed him. Mr. Gardner seems to be psychotic with delusions of grandeur. It is likely that the colonists will need to be rescued from the clutches of this man.
He heads to his quarters, and finds T'Mara already sitting at their small table where dinner is waiting. He removes his uniform jacket. He places it in the laundry chute.
Dressed in casual clothes, T'Mara asks, "Your day went well?"
He sits down across from her. "Yes," he simply states, for he does not want to disclose the information which he just learned. He prefers to not even discuss the mission tonight.
She studies his features as she eats. Though his face is stoic, she is sensing some disquiet. But she knows her husband all too well. If he did not want to talk about something, there would be no way for her to get him to converse.
She sips her red wine. She puts her glass down. Finally she comments, "Quiet tonight. I guess you have a lot on your mind."
He smiles inwardly at her phrasing. "On my mind?" A smile creeps into his eyes. "Indeed, but let us have a pleasant evening, for tomorrow we will venture into less agreeable encounters, perhaps even dangerous ones. I suggest that we talk by subspace to our children, and then play a game of 3-D chess."
