I was so overwhelmed that, when the old lady came back in and asked me who I would like my mind was a blank. I couldn’t remember their names! It had...been too much to take in. Eventually I described one of the ladies and, with a nod and a smile, the old lady took my money and disappeared. Seconds later my choice walked in. Her name was Yolanda. She was taller than me, with curly blond hair, a warm smile and breasts that swayed in front me as she leaned over and took my hand. She led me up a. " How do you know?" she asked. "Are you psychic?" Nope, just observant." He pointed to their own recent back trail made as they returned from the cave. "See how clear our tracks are in the snow?" Well, yes." She answered, mystified. "What of it?" Now look at our tracks, the ones we made when we headed out this morning. See how they are less well defined? The same goes for the wagon's skid tracks in the yard between the barns and the house. In some places they have been completely been blown. Like many Hispanic men Christie had known, he always spoke quietly. She liked his company. He made her feel comfortable and safe. ‘Come to lunch with us. Do you have time?’ ‘I was hoping you would ask that. It’s what I came for.’ They walked down the mall to a nearby deli where Ralph and Christie ate lunch together several times a month. Christie ordered a salad and the men had sandwiches, which they ate outside at an umbrella table. They talked about business for a while, and then Danny’s. He went through his daily reports and then the extrapolated Garedon reports; every municipality now had outreach centres or hubs, and people were now getting treated on the ground rather than being shuttled into orbit. The Space Station would go online late this afternoon, and the MEDs were in full production. In fact, all Sentinels were having their factory bays cut down to 2 kilometres and then reallocated the space into a fabrication workshop with two MEDs.Mark had considered putting those.