Instinct told methat we needed to establish patterns of interaction presently, inpreparation for any enforced change in my behavior or the establishme...tof habit.Once it reached 730pm however, his dinner cold and no sign of him, myhopes began to deflate. I checked his location on my phone, as per ourprevious arrangement, and my heart sunk still further.I called him then, vacillating as to whether I should pretend I didn'tknow where he was, or challenge him on it.He answered with the universal. The man didn’t move. I thought I saw a smile. I say I thought because I really couldn’t see him to well, ya know? Not his face anyways. He was wearing a pinstripe, like somethin’ outta the ’20s. He wore a fedora hat that covered his face in a shadow that no matter how hard ya stared, ya never could see past it. I remember thinking to myself, what the hell is he smilin’ ’bout? He must have some sorta protection. I looked around. Nuthin’. Looked up and down the street. Nuthin’. Then I looked back. This was not a good thing, as the new ship did not come though the jump gate. Then they also took note of the arrival of the Centauri warship: Prime. Their conjecture was confirmed. Why else would the only warship in the Centauri inventory be here? Their low level x-ray scanning system was undetectable to the Centauri's. It also produced a wealth of data on their enemies and their warship. What worried the Grays most, was the lack of information concerning the new ship. They could see it on the. “Hello Vi.”She reached for the bedside table to pick up her tablet, and tapped with her long fingers.[HELLO] The synthesized voice fizzed from the built-in speaker.“Work hard today?” I asked, hanging up my jacket and stepping gingerly over her coils to sit on the bed beside her.[WE CONSTRUCT FINAL]“Oh, so you’ve finished? You really helped them out, I think that one architect has a crush on you.”She huffed, and sat up, stretching her arms above her head.[TIRED BODY, COMFORT]“Oh, fine, I guess.