Anxious to be of some use, she would sing to him, lullabies she remembered from her childhood, ones she had sung to Nahar when he was a baby. She woul... have liked to hold his hands, to comfort him as he sweated and shivered, but that would not have been proper.Two weeks had passed before he woke up. A wonderfully happy day for Father, Mother, and herself. Less so for Nahar, since he had to apologize for almost shooting him.At last he had a name. Abdel-Nasser. Lieutenant colonel Abdel-Nasser. I bet he’s a Jehovas Witness. ‘Yes?’ I enquired. ‘Well, my name is David, Dave, ‘he quickly corrected, ‘ and I live over there in the white flats, behind your house, you can probably see them from your um, bedroom?’ his voice went audibly softer when he said bedroom, but I was too freaked out to notice due to his name. ‘Your name is David? Wow…how interesting…’ I trailed, but he didn’t notice. ‘Yes, yes it is. See, thing is, ‘ he hesitated, he wanted to know my name. ‘Lily, my name is Lily’ I. We spent about an hour over our meal talking, allowing Martin and Jennifer to get to know one another. Finally we needed to vacate the table so the staff could use it for other patrons. After agreeing to meet Martin again the next day, Jennifer and I went back to our room.“Wally, I was pretty scared about meeting Martin,” Jennifer said.I smiled and hugged her. “I know. I could tell that from watching you. Now that you’ve met him, what do you want to do next?”Jennifer thought for a bit. “I’m not. We'll build another starship and send another thousand off to some world with a hospitable climate and compatible biosphere to start the process over." With or without the help of the Galactics," Jonas interjected. "Preferably, without." I'm sure by then the Galactics won't even be a memory, here. That's not to say something else -- perhaps more odious -- will crop up; given our species seeming need for that sort of thing."Jonas set down the syringe he was using to fill the ampoules. "I'm.