Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car...That night, he ...ears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,"We can't tell you because you're not a monk."The man says, "All right, all right. I'm dying to know.If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?"The monks. How had they put it? One of them had to stay alive at all costs, a little cryptic especially for his father a mere historian. It was almost a day later when more alarms went off on board causing Derrick to run for the control room. "0999 report!" Derrick ordered. "The Rangers ships have turned this way, they are now within 1/2 light year and almost in range. Initiating light screen protection." 0999 replied. All 3 ships shimmered then vanished, well almost, "0003 what is wrong with your light. "Diplomatic relations were broken off this morning. Everything will depend on your willingness to co-operate. If I were you, I would be trying to find ways of helping us get what we want."As he spoke, Mireille felt a hand brush gently against her thigh. She stole a swift sideways glance at Schmidt, who was staring fixedly across the table at Luc. A second hand, Chakka's, fell lightly on her knee. No pretence at accidental contact this time. Mireille realised immediately what was going on. It. Monica smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I think that would be good." Really?" Rachel asked, giving that cute little smile that would melt anyone."Yeah, really. Do you want to go to your bedroom?" Rachel nodded. The two girls got up and walked hand in hand to the bedroom, uncertain of what they were about to do, but both so sure that they wanted to do it.They closed the door and stood next to the bed. Monica took her friend's face gently in her hands and kissed her again. Rachel began to undress her..