Only after she left did he answer, “That’s one of those terrible stories the girls don’t tell.”“It’s really quite tragic,” he continued....“Nice normal kids, nine years old, out with Daddy at the park. And when they go home to Mommy, it turns out she’s in bed with the next-door neighbor. Daddy blows Mommy and the neighbor away with a twelve gauge, then turns it on himself. And all the time the two darling children are watching.”“No! Oh my God!...,” I stammered out.“They saw everything.. Iwill tell you that we do track your badge. If you are meeting yourassignments, there's no issue, but if you spend all your time in hereand don't get your work done, then there can be trouble," he explained.I took another look around. It was still early in the day, so the roomwas almost empty aside from one animated game of foosball. Then Ispotted doors on the other side of the room. Like the dark rooms on theother side, it looked like there were a row of small rooms."So what are those rooms?". There are many stories about looking back. Lot's wife. Orpheus. I walked a bit east of north. Soon there was no sound other than that of Australia. No cars. No airplanes. No radios. There was brush and red earth and a few tufts with white flowers. I came to some small hills and put down my swag it the sparse shade, and sat on it. I drank a little water. I thought of where I was. People had been here 50,000 years ago and more. They had lived and hunted and died. I looked around. I could die. He assured me this wouldn't be our last chat, but it couldn't happen too often for fear of my government picking up on the transmission and putting my parents at risk. I had no problem with that, just knowing I could talk with and see my parents from time to time was a blessing to me.The remainder of the journey was uneventful. We resumed our normal lovemaking and decided to wait a bit longer before really trying again. Arti and I were working like crazy with the pending landing and Vlad kept.