As much as I wanted to stay with the girls and get to know them better, I knew that I had to get back to oversee things. It wasn’t fair to dump ever...thing on Carlos and Ramón, especially transferring all the equipment and livestock to Mississippi.As good as it felt lying between the two women, I had to get up. I needed to start writing things down since my mind was churning out questions faster than I could concentrate on them and answer them. I don’t know how, but I managed to slip out from. Which suited Dahra just fine. She never liked having to settle squabbles between colleagues.A few scientists still requested to come in and examine ancient technology, but they were usually just a lone person or two team members. Few conflicts occurred between them.Dahra in effect became the curator of the world's most inaccessible museum. This suited her, just fine. She had never thought of herself as the hermit type, but the quiet hours spent in pure historical research, with no quibbles or. "Franz entered the hotel. On the staircase he met Signor Pastrini. "Well?" said the landlord."Well--what?" responded Franz."You have seen the man who desired to speak with you from your friend?" he asked of Franz."Yes, I have seen him," he replied, "and he has handed this letter to me. Light the candles in my apartment, if you please." The inn-keeper gave orders to a servant to go before Franz with a light. The young man had found Signor Pastrini looking very much alarmed, and this had only. I guess that it was obvious that I was in pretty sad shape, even though I had no visible wounds. My hands were shaking and my teeth were chattering, but I was sweating in a steady stream. On the way, one of the other men in the Humvee gave me a drink from his canteen—that "medicinal" whiskey helped a lot. By the time we had gotten to the aid station 15 minutes later, I had stopped shaking and I was no longer sweating so heavily. A doctor looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and told me to sit.