Even when I graduated from High School and College, I sat on the median. None of my teachers would remember my name. I was there but didn't excel. Ave...age all the way around.Even my girlfriends, not that I had a lot, see me on the street, look at me and get that, "Do I know him?" look in their eye. Then with a slight tilt to their head and a look away, they answer their own question by moving on. Just like they did with me.My name should have been ... Joe ... Average Joe!Not that any of that. "Yeah," I said wheeling a round to look at her."Those ships are small," she started."And your point is?" I said, then I regretted my sharp tone but my concern for Rachelle's welfare was getting to me."Well there's no system near here," she carried on."Shit yes," I slammed the armrest. "There must be a mother ship close by." Yes Captain," said Erin."Cut power, turn off all navigation scanners," I ordered. "Let's go dark and see what come up."We had been flying with navigations system's on that's. They say there are five stages to grieving: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance. Usually those are associated with the loss of a loved one. For Erica, it was the loss of her ideals, her lifestyle, her very future, which can be the same thing. Sometimes it can take years to work through all the stages. Sometimes it happens much more quickly.She flashed through denial, because her brain was quite sure it was possible for her to be pregnant. Anger set in, starting at anger with. Chapter 2Fortunately, or unfortunately, the phone rang only moments after Marty, in her bathrobe, sitting very gingerly, had begun to eat her breakfast, and Marge and I had sat down to enjoy what we hoped would be a short cup of coffee. It was Don, inviting us to come over and watch ?a pro? show his wife not to question his decisions any more. Marge suggested to Marty that she go upstairs and get some more sleep, after she finished breakfast. We, in the meantime, were going over to Don and.