You’re not from here. Are you from Europe?”“If, by Europe, you mean the landmass morning ward, across the big water, No.” They said, “I am n...t from here.”It was then that I noticed a separate intonation ... they were in harmony.“Where are you... ?” I started but stopped when their joined hands were raised.“There.” They said, “I am from there.”I realized I couldn’t focus on their separate joined hands. There was only one. It was blurry but I could see just one ... two wrists ... one hand.Zen. Brad was looking around, people-watching as cops are prone to do, when, during his scan he saw Sammi at his register, bagging groceries for the woman in front of him. She was a decent looking woman in her late 40's, early 50's, nicely dressed (probably getting some things after work, like Brad) but it was her dress, stockings and heels that Brad began staring at, admiringly. He was a sucker for dresses and high heels. He looked her over again, and imagined his cock in her mouth, and his cum. Sarah loved every moment, chasing after Pod, looking in every nook and cranny. She didn’t even cry when she tripped and scraped her knees, which Lyn said was most unlike her.The day was an outstanding success. We’d really gelled as a family, and both me and Lyn had satisfied smiles on the drive back. Sarah and Pod were both fast asleep before we even started the car.As it was far too early for Sarah to go to bed, Lyn only allowed her to sleep for the forty minutes it took to get back. I was. Dressed as they were in the Marine skinsuits it would be almost impossible for the casual observer to tell they weren't the real things.Like Bert, Yvonne was carrying the standard laser-based assault rifle. Bert had spent an hour teaching her the basics of the weapon, loading and unloading and more importantly safety. Beside her sat David who was carrying a stinger, not the lightweight model the Marines used during extractions back on Earth but a heavy model that looked like a support weapon.