“How do you even know about such a remote location? How would you get here without a shuttle?” Dennis asked.“Do your people not scale mountains?...��“Well, yes, but...”She had a point he supposed, but it felt so remote, and there was no sign of civilization here. Had this been a location on Earth there would be stairs and barriers, warning signs, someone would probably be charging for their use. Holidaymakers would be splashing, and their children would be causing a ruckus. Here there was no sign. The egg hummed slightly, vibrated once and stopped. Lyndsay took a deep breath and returned outside. To all intents and purposes the epitome of a lady having a pub lunch. Inside she was squirming with thoughts unbidden rushing to her mind, the egg seemed to be a promise for later on.In her absence this mystery man had ordered them some food, basic pub finger food on a tray with dips and sauces. His mobile phone was sat alongside his glass and her glass had been re-filled from the waiting. I really did pay attention to the flying. Cindy’s after me to get ALL the ratings. That’s a commercial license and instrument rating. We don’t own a multi-engine aircraft, unless you count the Bizjets in the charter hangar up in Birmingham.“You might wanna think about the multi rating, though,” Cindy told me. “Just never know...”It’s funny. I’m seventeen, married over two years, possessor of a baccalaureate degree in engineering, a private pilot’s license, and here’s Cindy pushing me into more. We entered the movie theater, and bought tickets for some random movie playing at 12:30PM. The previews of the movie started, and the theater darkened. We were the only ones in that theater, and chances were since it was a random Monday afternoon, there probably would not be too many people wandering into the theater. We sat all the way in the back row, just in case some one did actually come into the theater. It turned out, only an old couple came into the theater, and sat all the way in the.