“Two lawyers? Am I that scary, Mr. Adams?” Mrs. Lundgren asked.“An overabundance of caution,” I said. “I was uncomfortable due to the tone o... our conversation about your daughter.”“Yes, my wayward daughter. Please, take seats on the couch and chairs around the coffee table.”We sat down and about a minute later, a very well-dressed young man brought in a tray with a teapot, a carafe of coffee, a sugar bowl, a pitcher of cream, and five cups. He fixed tea with cream and sugar for Mrs. Lundgren,. " What do you mean, you can't keep him." That's not funny Stuart!" Cliff snapped in an angry manner. "If that'show you're going to be I'll just sleep in Jesse's room." he stomped off."What do you mean?" Stu yelled. "You put him in your room didn't you?"_ _ _"Cliff! Cliff! What are you doing man?" Stu screamed as he headed forCliff's room. "You're acting craz...! What the FUCK?!" He enteredCliff's bedroom to find it totally altered. Everything was tintedpowder blue and was covered in images of. He took the cool drink gratefully, only sputtering slightly when he discovered the unexpected alcohol content. I was gambling on the treat- and its effects- to relax some of his inhibitions. I leaned in to him, pretending to be secretive. "Here's the deal, kiddo. You get that-" I indicated his drink "and you help me get a nice, even tan." He nodded readily, taking a deep draught from the glass and reaching for the sunscreen. I flipped over on the deckchair, fiddling with it until I had it. Freighter #12 had 95 ship-side hatches that were always open and one that stayed closed, because that pod still held our four marooned explorers and it wasn't docked any more.I put my hand on the access plate, and the ship's hatch opened. Just like one of our pods. Good. The AIs had said I wouldn't have to take my glove off, but I'd been worried.Before I went any further, though, I called out "Hello the ship! Permission to come aboard?"Pretty much the same voice as all the AIs we were used to..