.. or, at least, where we can be safe. If you can fly your ship, and you were planning on leaving anyway ... please, let us accompany you."She had bee... planning on leaving. Anthony was sure about that. She had packed, after all. Filled a backpack with the intention of never going back to that house. The culture was different enough that he wasn't going to fault her for leaving her father there. Hell, on a practical side, moving him would tell the world there had been a survivor. ... Anthony had. I think she was just happy to get her mind off her troubles for a while. The first indication of the time was when I unconsciously yawned."Oh my goodness," she said looking at her watch, "it's one o'clock in the morning. You better call Jackie she'll be worried about you. Oh God, Al, I didn't mean to keep you out this late, I hope Jackie won't be mad."I could see she was genuinely concerned about making trouble. "Please, Julie, don't worry. I'm sure Jackie is sound asleep. Whatever you do. Before Leonid left, I presented him with more of my ideas that would help his country. Wages were quite low and I wanted to use the Soviets the way the Indians were used to answer telephones when people called for help. Already the employees in the West were being swamped and this would only grow, as more and more people needed assistance in getting certain things done on their computer.On the way home I stopped off at Prague to talk to Alexander Dubcek, the leader of Czechoslovakia. The two. She's a white slave, if you will, perhaps a Hellbore graduate of some sort. There are various versions. No one knows what he paid for her and what she was capable of even then. He's married her somehow, up the Hudson where he has some influence, but he still holds her contract, until she's twenty-one, an apprentice, if you will. Normally indentured servants cannot marry. No one can guess what happens when she's of age. Now, and this is the part you are not going to like very much, he hides in.