Two hours later one single beep of the horn, from the street outside,announced the arrival of my lift for the morning.I grabbed Bekka in her car seat ...nd her bag and made my way quicklyoutside."Hi Jules, thanks for this," I said as I got into the car."How did you sleep?" she asked."Very badly," I replied."You still love her don't you?" she asked."Of course, I do, I want her to come back and Bekka needs her to comeback. After this breast feeding is over there's no reason why we can'thave more. My layers were going to be fields of Magic rather than gravity, though I was actually using Magically-generated gravity as a part of it. I was playing with forces I barely understood in some cases, but my being Named 'The Weaver' had so far seemed to be working in my favor. Arbor took that seriously it seemed, and provided me with extraordinary instincts for this kind of work.Now that I knew for sure where the probe was returning after its missions, and with recorded evidence of it, I began. Three doors down, in the garden that backed the house stood a trampoline. Later Andy would ponder how on earth he had never noticed this equipment and the person who lived at the house before. On this trampoline bounced two young boys who he thought mustn’t have been any older than 10 years old. They were both around 5”2 Andy guessed with black hair and slim build but couldn’t make out any other distinguishing features apart from that they were wearing, or rather what they weren’t wearing.. It was as if my body wasoperating on its own. Like on autopilot."Muscle memory," she said softly. "Don't think about it, just go with it."I nodded, trying to blank out my mind and go with the flow. Which, as anyonecan attest, it next to impossible. Nothing can fill your mind with uselessclutter like trying to not think of anything at all.The whistle sounded, and one of the girls on the back row of the other side,punched the ball with a closed-fist uppercut. The sphere arced up and camedown.