There were, however, some small problems to deal with. My driver's license, for example. The old man with the thick glasses and grey hair and beard wa... not exactly a dead ringer for the current holder of the license. I would be OK, of course, as long as I wasn't stopped for a traffic violation, or otherwise called upon to identify myself to people in authority.Money was not a problem. I had an ATM card that didn't care how old its user was, so long as that user knew the access code. My pension. "You want anything done?"With a sigh of relief, she nodded. "My faucet's leaking," she told him, "and Mrs. Sansome's out." No problem," he said cheerfully. "Ted's home, and he's done plumbing work. I'll go get him. We'll fix it in a jiffy."He ran down the stairs, and Suzanne walked back into the kitchen and began peeling some potatoes. Within ten minutes, Donald and Ted were back, armed with wrenches and a washer. Ted greeted her affably, and went to work. Within minutes, he had stepped back. My arms ached, not from muscular pain, but from the desire to hold someone tenderly and cuddle.Not for the first time, I looked out the window to see the moon and the stars. I wondered where Amber was right now. I wondered if she would ever return my phone calls.I still loved Amber passionately.And I missed her terribly.I woke up Sunday morning, alone in bed.This was not a new thing. I'd gotten rather used to it over the past few months. My dating life with Brianna was still in its early. The drive for the colony ship was one that Eric's own people had scrapped almost 1000 years ago. It was an interstellar ram jet. A field would form at the front of the ship and as the ship went along its course. It would funnel all manner of atoms towards the front of the ship.Inside the front of the ship, was a processing plant. It would sort out useful, heavier atoms, and send the light hydrogen atoms to be burnt as fuel. The ship also had on board tanks, which were always being replenished.