"Sweetheart, what you've got is already a copy. You know that." Not what's up here," Kristy said, stroking a temple as she came to stand behind him. "...hat's what I worry about loosing."In my Yoeme dreaming, was I the Pascola or the Deer Dancer? Was I both? I felt the Sun on my back and dirt on my bare feet that were from a place that no longer held such. I felt the air moving around me and in it, the scent of mesquite. Voices joined me in song and I didn't know the words, but somehow my voice. I was most familiar with my home planet and considered it to be well within the norm of typical for the Multiverse. After considerable thought, I realized that if I disregarded the technological differences, the main difference between Earth and Vora was the structure and function of government.The Multiverse Trade Association (MTA) and the Trade Guilds were the organizations that controlled the Multiverse. Individually the planets had governments and the purpose of each government was to. His eyes were still on hers. Her visual memory filtered out the theatrical make-up and filled in the charming, handsome features of his face. ‘I realized something, Iz,’ his voice was warm and steady. She could see he was fighting a smile. ‘You are mine.’ The way he pinned her in place with his eyes left her no doubt to what degree he meant it. The rush started in her throat and coursed through her body in a heartbeat. When the tingling waves settled, she felt the heat of her being, centered in. Not quite all." You can't think of me as your wife?" No, not that. I'll never be able to think of you as ugly."My daughter gave an affirming laugh. After a while my new bride laughed too. "Thank you Tom! Nice compliments from my spouse are always appreciated!"I smiled and took another look at my new driver's license. "Hey! It's got my picture on it! And the signature is Thomas O'Brien, but it's my handwriting! How did you ever do this?!"Lisa laughed. "Don't you recognize the name?" Thomas.