“Abbie? Where are you, Abbie?” Tim says as he closes and locks the door. Getting no reply, he peeks in the kitchen, then goes to the bedroom and...puts his bag by Abbie’s dresser and heads to the bathroom.It is now getting dusk and a bit darker out. Tim opens the door to the bathroom, “Abbie?” And then he is awestruck. Abbie is sitting in an inviting looking bubble bath. The tub is a double-sized to fit them perfectly. But what amazes Tim is there are lit candles all around the tub and. It felt like an eternity before I regained control of my body. As soon as I did, I stepped backwards, out of the woman’s line of sight. She had seen me, there was no doubt about that. But what would she do about it? I was asking myself that very question when the doorbell rang.I remained frozen in shock. Was it her? It had to be. Should I answer? It took a while before I made up my mind. On my way to the front door, the doorbell rang again. I hesitated before buzzing her in.The few seconds it. ”The vessel rumbled, rocking slightly as it rose from the mud, the thrusters no doubt vaporizing the waterlogged earth beneath it as it struggled to free its landing gear. There was a conspicuous moment of resistance, and then they broke free, the gear clunking beneath their feet as it stowed in the craft’s belly. Dubois climbed slowly, swinging in wide, lazy circles to get gain as much altitude as he could before enabling the boosters, the two powerful engines located in the craft’s stubby. "I'm afraid that the poor man had something of an accident," she told him, speaking through the music. "A very sad incident, but the important thing is that you're home, of course."That was apalling! Her own husband! They'd been married twenty years. Good years, too, by all accounts. She didn't even seem... but, you know, there was no point in being overdramatic. Yes, he was dead, and that was very sad, but there wasn't anything that tears were going to do about it. And it was good to be.