It felt strange being dressedin khakis, a shirt and guy's shoes. I felt like I was playing dress-up. Between that, no make-up and no boobs, I felt lik... a differentperson. I know this was who I really was, but it still felt strange.I felt like I was hiding something. I made a note NOT to talk aboutthis with Julia. I had enough on my plate without needing her snidecomments. I handed the desk agent my ticket and passport."YOU'RE Brian Rosen?" she said, in disbelief."Yes," I said with exasperation.. That, she was sure of. So it had to be something in or on her computer. She went out and bought another laptop, intending to transfer MPC to it. She'd continue to use the University system. She thought that the more likely point of invasion. But she'd never even typed "The Traveler" in there either.Just because everything pointed to her computer as a point of access didn't mean that she wasn't being tracked. She'd have the security firm go over her car also. And her clothing. Sometimes paranoia. It was Allison! "Tell him. Tell him everything." How did you know..." I started."You left from my dream; I stuck a remote receiver on you before you left and I've been listening. It was just an experiment to see if it would work but since it did... I think it's time he knew the whole story. If we can't trust him by now... you know what I mean. I think he'll have a better chance of helping if he understands everything. I trust him. Okay?" Okay, you're right as usual. I'll talk to you in a little. Her hair was up in a tight bun and she looked very professional, despite the leg and cleavage she was showing. ?Ahh. I see, Miss Smith has joined us. This way, Miss Smith. I’ll take you to your vacation.? She swooped past the desk and down the hall, snatching the file the technician held above his head. Christie had to skip a little to keep up. Nurse ‘Doc’ spoke in a business-like fashion as she led the way, flipping through Christie’s file with her head down. ?We get a lot of.