[II .46]I laughed.What good are the historians? They tell fine stories, but they don't get them right. Certainly not Herodotus, nor Diodorus the Sicil...an, four hundred years later. And they aren't very good at geography, either. Dramatic and epic poets come nearer to the truth. Aeschylus said we came from Scythia. That was close, but on the wrong side of the Black Sea. Homer, The Poet, wrote that I was born in Thrace. That was too far west. I was born near to where Trabzon was to be founded.I. Tony looks up from her list making. I give her instructions.“I’m going to use the engineers phone to call the bridge. I’ll be right back, in minutes. Anybody wanders in here, Tony? Keep them here until my return.”I’m going to need legs. Runners. Messengers. People I can send after other people. People I need to talk with. And bring them back, willing or not. I need Mom. Nobody to send for her yet. Tony needs to concentrate on that names list. Mom gets summoned when I have a runner.The. .”“Well we have an abundance of gorgeous women here. Look around, find one that’s stag and do your best to impress. Have a seat over there,” she pointed to a group of three girls sitting on the floor around a fourth who was camped in the middle seated on a hassock.“But get yourself a drink first. See the bar over there?” Toni pointed again, this time to the far side of the room near an archway that led to another room, most likely a bedroom.He made his way across the room and a cute girl in. She speaks with a deep and strong Cockney accent, and lets out a little laugh whenever she says something she finds amusing.“My name’s Sarah Dagleish. I’m a nurse, obviously. (laugh) I’m 32 years old. And I’m from Millwall in London.”We hear her speaking over the top of various shots of her at work – caring for bed ridden patients, checking charts, laughing with other nurses, rushing to an emergency.“In my line of work I see a lot of sad things. A lot of pain and suffering. I don’t believe in.