I investigated all the welds with my 'eye' and repaired those that failed the inspection. The crystals of all kinds would go into a framework of steel...pipe that was mounted to the flange of the angle iron inside the ship. Small holes in the pipe allowed the crystals to be placed and held in place. A growth similar to the computer substrate would link all the crystals for power and control. The fungus would live in steel pipe that would be welded to the angle iron too. This was used to protect. I wondered how she knew where I lived, and then I remembered the truck from earlier in the night, the one parked across the street and the dark silhouette sitting inside of it. Had this woman been watching me? When we came to the front door, she asked, ‘Got a key?’ ‘Unlocked,’ I rasped, and she pushed open the door. We walked, with her basically dragging me, through the house. In the living room, she steered me to the couch, and I slumped in it. Breathless, I peeled my eyes open enough to. She left me for a moment. Returned with coloured glass jars. She set them down on the floor, then spread the newspaper around and under my feet. She left again. I looked at the glass jars. They looked ornate rather than cosmetic. Again the fear of her foreign ways rooted itself in me, shared a deep stab to my guts with my now groaning hunger.She returned in gloves, holding a small brush. She wasn't speaking, and I was still unable to. So silence reigned as she worked. The large jar, a red one,. Then the music changed, to the more uptempo, harder swinging Little Brown Jug. They started that portion with their side-by-side step sequence. As the song really got going, they went back to skating close together, changing positions and holds, turning and swinging with abandon. When they got going, they were fast, and this part of the dance showed their speed, without sacrificing an iota of difficulty in footwork.Their cut of Little Brown Jug proceeded through a number of bars of various horn.