I yawned as I turned to look out the window. It was starting to get dark. "That boring, huh?" I looked up to see Chris, the gym teacher, standing in t...e doorway to my office. I smiled sheepishly. "Romeo and Juliet was a lot more exciting before I had to mark 20 papers on it," I admitted. "Ahh, Romeo and Juliet." Chris stepped into my office and sat down opposite me. "That was always my favourite." You don't seem like a Shakespeare kind of guy," I laughed. Over the last few weeks, Chris had. I'll never forget that look - it was one of fear and confusion and most of all hurt. The poor guy just wanted to go home and if what I had in mind worked, he would soon be on his way."Yeah, I can hear you. What do you want?" he whispered."I'm a friend of Freddie's and Sarah's. I'm here to help, to make things better so that we all can forget this night and move along with our lives," I said. I didn't want to tell him I was their agent or use my real name just in case he ever wanted to press. “Anything else?” Wilcox asked. “If we’re going to make any changes, this is the time to do them. You’re lucky we could get you here before the replicators got to work, and it’s pretty unusual the captain of the first ship in a new line gets design input on the ship they’ll be taking out.”“Nah, I think that about does it, until we get through shakedown at least. I bet by then we’ll have a few mods to consider. I understand there usually are” I answered.“Good enough. We got a lot done here. How. I can file things - maybe almost as wellas you can," he said. "Guess I could even learn to take dictation."Yvonne finally laughed. "Honey... you don't know the half of what I do."Then she sobered up. "Even if it was possible, Mrs. Harding likes womento abuse. Okay?"Kyle flushed a little. "If I was female, then she'd put up with me,right?"His wife smiled. "I think you're very sweet, Kyle, offering to help outbut you aren't a woman." But I could be." Kyle wasn't sure where this outburst was.