No stove, I couldn’t even poach an egg. If I wanted a poached egg, I pushed a button. No washing machine, no dryer. There was no outside, no windows...to open. Even the air we breathed came to us through a pipe. That would not work, I have taken care of myself and my man for a lifetime. Normal was gone. I felt my chest tighten, the old fear begin to grasp me. I called Jonathan in panic, he was almost instantly by my side. Jon tried to tell me I would get used to it, I knew I wouldn’t. I was. Executives called upon politicians to pass laws forcing people back to work. Laws were passed, but they weren’t enforceable. Soldiers couldn’t go door to door collecting workers to haul them off to work and then stand over them to force them to work.The Time of Riots was beginning to reach a crescendo; but, there was one more poke of the stick into the angry hornets nest that was yet to come.Peter sat in front of two computer monitors. The larger one was displaying the image from an online role. “So what else have you brought us Pete?” I asked.“One thing that you girls here might like, the skirts in those boxes.” Pete replied as he pointed to a couple of boxes.“What’s so special about these?” I asked as the still topless me opened one of the boxes.“Pick one up and feel it.”I did and quickly realised that the skirts were made of some sort of very thin, silky material and were of a sort of skater style. There was a ***********ion of colours as well as patterns, and they were very short. Dave came bounding down the stairs and gave his mother a hug then sat down on the other side of Fran. Dave and Fran's mom hummed cheerily but tunelessly as she brought plates of sausage links and scrambled eggs to each of the children. After placing a communal plate stacked high with toast in the middle of the table Dave and Fran's mom brought her own plate over and sat facing the three kids."You seem to be really cheerful this morning mom." Fran commented around a forkful of eggs headed for.