What had he done with the theatre tickets? He spent a fruitless half hour emptying his wallet and desk drawers only to remember that he was going to p...ck them up at the box-office on arrival. He mentally kicked himself. After that he checked his drinks cupboard and the fridge for cold drinks. That set him off dithering about whether to get ice out now and into a cool box. He finally decided it could wait. Had he got enough petrol in the car? He raced out to the garage. The tank was. Or some other excuse for being distracted and unable to concentrate.Basically, I was in limbo. Carla had blown in, blown out (pun, sadly, intended) and subsequently I'd had a couple or three e-mails from her: Home safe, thanks for your hospitality, things moving on, will be in contact. Nothing remotely precise, though, and no hint as to where future untold riches were coming from. Or when.In theory, therefore, I was COO of a significantly capitalised consultancy and software development agency.. And sure enough, there was a rest stop just a few miles up the road.How the fuck had she known about it? Al had been sure the girl was asleeep the entire time he’d been watching her.* * *The girl was DEFINITELY asleeep the second he parked the car after pulling into the rest stop parking lot. The pavement was cracked and marked with potholes, the last minute or so of the ride terribly bumpy, but she nodded off right away nonetheless. So much for her "breath of fresh air." He peered at her. The green eyes blonde was standing there with her mouth hanging agape. "Yes! That would be perfect. Actually it would heal more than you think as I will when I return." "So you think it's possible? I mean I haven't looked at the specs yet." Rayburn started. Holding up a finger the blond moved to the console. "Tempro display all information on the designs of the brain boxes: the growth matrix, the transfer program, and possible ways to reverse the process." Tempro appeared and bowed, "Sister.