" But how... ?" One of Alexandra's toys, Katrina, moved to the west coast recently. Normally she would never have left Alexandra for anything, includi...g her husband and children, but Katrina was careless. Her husband became suspicious and hired a private detective. The only photos he ever got were of Katrina going into and out of Alexandra's apartment but he did find some incriminating e-mails that Katrina had sent Alexandra professing her love and undying servitude. The husband threatened. The good news was that I woke up.I was in what appeared to be in a small, single-person hospital room, with several beeping and pinging machines on the wall beside and behind me. There were some strong hints that this wasn't a normal hospital room though:There was a large mirror running the length of one wall, EXACTLY like you see in ALL the cop shows.The door out of the room had no handle, only some sort of security sensor and keypad on the frame beside it.There were no: windows, TV, pictures,. Mary was unusually intelligent and well aware of where her best interests lay, so she talked the matter over with her sons and got their approval before setting her cap for Tom. Tom didn't know it yet, but he was as good as married!Tom's time off in the evenings was spent walking with and talking to Mary and they got to know each other quite well in a very short time. Their relationship had progressed far enough that Mary and Tom were actually talking of marriage and everybody in the train got. Rebels aren't going to let neutral ships anywhere near them, we're probably in the Fed databases by now, and anyplace independent is shutting down and trying not to be noticed. We're fucked."Kine raised his pitcher in a toast."To being fucked!"Sean raised his glass, and both downed their drink."Speaking of which," Kine said, leaning back in his chair, "how's Vince? Gonna be OK?"Sean poured another shot, looked at it, then reluctantly decided he really couldn't send it down after its sibling.