After a moment, he nods.“Come here,” he says, getting up and pulling her to the kitchen with him. Trying to prepare himself for her inquiries, he ...akes them both a hot drink and sits at the table with her. “Ok. What do you want to know?” Abby takes a sip from her mug, her face as hot as her tea.“I don't know…”“What do you already know?” he asks, not sure if he wants the answer. The thought of his little girl having sex with relentless boys makes him angry.“Not much,” she confesses.“Then tell me. One empty, one full. I sat down heavily with my dinner, and as I drank the wine, I stared at his empty glass, musing on what I was doing with my life. It wasn't like I'd blown him off for dinner, and yet...it sort of was. Was this spousal abuse of some kind? I didn't know and was too drowsy to think too much about it.I forgot, clearly, that you aren't supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly. ”“That’s all then. You are cleared for entry.”Past the security barriers, the concourse was not as busy as any of such places he had seen so far. While there were the usual businesses and shops. The same gleaming floors and the islands of vegetation and trees that appeared to be a common theme in facilities like this, yet there weren’t many beings about. Roy noticed there were no non-humanoids about.He consulted his Wrist-Com for the address of his grandparent’s place and after checking with an. Setting the gravities, he turned and began accelerating back to home. As the power increased, the stern began rotating in a wild circle and the audible "port nozzle malfunction" began repeating. Power down and use the vid to inspect the nozzle — half the control rods were bent and malfunctioning — 'mal' not 'non'- and that meant dysfunctional control was also erratic; the port pod was hanging by the proverbial string. Smelling deceased rodents, Tim took a close look at the starboard pod and.