T. and-Marta stopped. Looked around. She touched her hip again.What the fuck?There was no way. Just no way that she’d forgotten again. She was certa...n she remembered putting on her blue thong this morning. But she was equally certain that she wasn’t wearing it now. Just to confirm it to herself, she carefully slid a finger under the tight waist of the skirt, and found nothing but the bare skin of her hip.Marta hurried back to her desk, sitting in her chair while she thought this through.. Stars dotted the night sky, an uncountable number of eyes stared through you in one world.The air screamed as towers of steel and blood pierced the heavens in another world.Grass is trampled and the skin of trees peeled as turbulent beings filled with rage fly past in a world that is in fact more than one mashed together."AGH FUGCCK!" A cacophany of voices jumbled together in sync, in an unnatural amount of sync, screamed out curses in a multitude of languages, both familiar and unfamiliar to. The natives' ordinary method of construction was to build largely solid walls, but for security reasons Igwanda had insisted on a much more open structure of widely spaced uprights surmounted by crossbeams and had retained that design for the additions. Now each space between the uprights had been filled in, but with, to the colonel's astonishment, paned glass! Late in their prior stay one of the chemists had shown the Edenites the rudiments of glass-making, but they'd clearly taken the lessons. " How did you know my name," she asked him with confusion on her face. His eyes fell to her name tag,"Well, that's what your name tag says. Am I wrong?" he looked at her face."No, you're not wrong," she said as her eyes dropped to her tag. She looked up at his face. "Ok Mr. Overton if that's all I need to get back to work;" she told him and turned to leave."Just call me Connor, Mandy. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"She turned back to look at him, that's not necessary."I know.