I was pretty involved in church back home.”“What church?”“A Russian Orthodox church. Do you go to church?”“I’m Catholic; we went to Mass...every single Saturday night. I probably won’t go here. It’s just not really my thing. Is there a church close you can go to?”“It’s about a fifteen-minute drive north, just outside the city limits.”“Do you plan to keep going?”“Yes, though I probably won’t have time to be as involved as I was back home.”“Do you have a girlfriend back home?”“My steady girlfriend. "I walked away from her, I was annoyed! People are always doing 'the right thing' for me without asking me! Why couldn't they just let me do what I want? Life wasn't fair at all!It was during this blue funk that I noticed where I was walking; I was by the Harding Plot I looked at the unkempt grave and its misleading headstone."Cassandra and Darcy were just like me, nobody asked them either!" I spoke into the air, not caring if anyone heard me, but then I heard a voice."Darcy should have known. Who knows? We train and hope that we never have to use some of that training, but if we do ... Well, we want to be survivors, not dead pushovers.”“Ann,” she quietly said as she turned the aviators over to her Second.“All right. Dump your flight suits for today and tomorrow and get your utilities. Meet in the designated area outside Ship in fifteen with your sidearms and pulse rifles.” After calling the group to Attention, she dismissed them.“Well, shall we do the same?” Ann asked her partner,. "She was almost on us, her gaze focused on the doctors and nurses and on Wallinsky's back when she saw me and Simon. She froze, like the proverbial deer in the headlights. I wondered how she could have gotten here so quickly, unless she was visiting or had changed her place of work from San Francisco to New York.She wore jeans and a blouse, open a few buttons from the top and showing a little bit of tummy. It was 30 years too young for her, but she made it work by looking like a 30-year-old!.