“Especially if Tabby here encloses the sphere with a time-shield so we can handle it.”“Good idea,” Tabatha agreed, then smiled wickedly at Lis.... “It’s a good thing I like you – I hate being called ‘Tabby Here’…”“Sorry,” Lisa replied. “That’s a hold-over from my nasty days…”“I have to sleep to dreamwalk,” Tabatha said, returning to the task at hand.“I don’t,” Lisa replied. “You make the time shield; I’ll move it inside.”Both girls concentrated on the little ball of pure energy outside the hull. After a few minutes the computer loads up. Spencer spends a few minutes searching through files not turning up anything out of the ordinary. Giving up on the search he begins filtering through the desk drawers with the same outcome ... nothing.He slips back out into the hall shaking his head at his partner. She gives a nod and Spencer heads to the next door. They repeat the process with each door they come to and each time the search turns up nothing. “I’m guessing these are just regular. He was the Boss of Christmas Gift Exchange really, knowing exactly –through our letters, his secret agents, (Those Toy Store Santa’s) and a vast network of elves dressed as children– which people to make responsible for giving what gifts to those who needed them, and which gifts he would ultimately have to deliver himself due to the nature of certain requests on the big night. It made perfect sense to me, since I knew that no matter how fast that sleigh flew on Christmas Eve Night, that there. Well done!"Her eyes sparkled. "If Ray wasn't so strict about unseemly behaviour at the workplace I'd give you a kiss but I'm going to have to store it up for later." She chuckled. "By which time it may have built up a head of steam or it may have fizzled out." Not worried. There'll be so much more to kiss me for by then anyway." Ooh you!" And vice versa."She laughed. "Long lunch break!" I hope we have time to eat!"Derisive snort but they both went back to work.Ray went to see David."This is.