I sighed softly to myself. I had the means at hand to stimulate Elaine to wakefulness, but without knowing its effect on the others, I was reluctant t... use it. In all truth, I felt I'd made a statement yesterday about mutual consent, and any such action on my part would be hypocritical and... rude. Our talk would wait.On that thought, I returned to my room and picked up where I'd left off in my second reading of The Skies of Pern.I heard the first stirrings at about seven. Left to their own. They had retired, to separate bedrooms – Uncle Mike’s idea, just in case her parents came back early – and had slept soundly. Bright summer sunshine dappled through the white curtains in Uncle Mike’s bedroom as his eyes first slowly opened. A gentle breeze was wafting through the open window ushering in the smell of lavender and the cooing of a pair of doves on the roof. After visiting the toilet in his en suite room, he put on a robe over his naked body and opened his bedroom door. He could. None of the clothes had been expensive but that didn't bother her in the slightest, they were new and they weren't the drab prison garbs that she'd endured for the last four years.The only clothes I didn't get to see were her new bras and panties although I did get a couple of teasing glimpses as she showed off the shorter skirts she'd bought!She'd even bought two pairs of shorts and I do mean shorts, they didn't so much fit her, as clung to her and once again I found myself gazing longingly at. The wing was straight and shaped differently from what he normally saw. It looked more like something from an old movie.“Am I still dreaming?” he asked himself aloud. Then he closed his eyes and tried to remember. His flight had been cancelled. ALL flights had been cancelled or delayed. The airport was totally fogged in. One plane, too low on fuel to continue on to a fourth alternate, had been forced to land, but visibility on the ground was so bad that a ground support truck had to go out to.