Thanks. As this hasn’t been a traditional wedding by anyone’s standards, we’d like to get the last bit out of the way before we can have a good ...ime. I’ve spoken to Cheyenne at length and I asked her what she wanted to do about the whole throwing the bouquet tradition and her answer was, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass as to who gets married next.’ Cheyenne blushed deep crimson and tried to hide her face in my shoulder, not that I minded. I was trying very hard not to laugh but the crowd didn’t. The scars of the Scanian occupation were plain, but the Axonites were already working to repair what they could.I continued to try to enter dreamtime but with no more success. The fact that there was still no sign or even any reports of Ingrid and Eva was also a concern.Eventually I couldn't put off the inevitable any longer. We had reviewed the city of Randall, the closest of Axon's cities to Scania, and Kenneth took matters into his own hands."Sean, you have put this off too long, already.. Normally after my shift I would spend an hour in the ship's gym to help me wind down and to keep me fit. Jimmy, the leisure centre manager, had supplied me with a key enabling me to come and go as I pleased whenever the gym was empty of passengers- it always was at 3am. The passengers were all usually tucked up in their cabins by that time, or drunk, or often both. Working out in a sweaty gym was the last thing crossing their booze-befuddled minds after a night of eating and drinking to excess.. Not surprising, I realised, given the final line of my first e-mail.I made the booking for 11:00am the following Monday and had to provide a contact number. I put my old mobile number down and completed the drop down boxes with a suitable time, which had to be the morning of the meet as I was looking after my son all weekend. I checked the e-mail section of the site and sure enough Matt (From the field reports I’d discovered his name) had replied with the address and his mobile number rather.