Of course we won't give up hope until the wreckage is found, or the ship is found damaged so badly that she couldn't have survived.Your reminder to me...of the fragility of communication equipment has sent me to research in the stack of 'obsolete' equipment we received technical data on. I've begun searches there and in the stacks of technical data from human invention as well. What I'm looking for is battle hardened radios or the equivalent. One thing that frustrated me as I began researching. He knew in that moment that he wasn’t snuggling up to Jennifer. In that moment he was also suddenly, very, very wide awake and in that moment he also let out a very involuntary expletive.“Oh, SHIT!” popped straight out of his mouth like a slippery marble. The woman lying next to him heard it and instantly recognized it as a voice that was way to deep for Rhea’s. She was immediately awake too and spun over to face whom ever it was that was snuggling up to her and said, “What the fuck! Who the. "He looked past her to his front door."That's a great way to get me a kicking, Misha." What?"He kept looking at the door. "That's a great way for your husband to come over here after finding out I screwed his wife, and give me a kicking."She took his face in both her hands before looking into his eyes."That won't happen; I'll keep you from harm." And she meant it, at that very moment she would have stood in front of a train for him.He scoffed."You aren't going to stop a raging, fit young man. I was a bit intrigued, but I did as ordered…Then Victor made a U turn and he pulled up by a bus stop.I heard he called some guy who was waiting for a bus to take.The guy was a huge black one and he smiled as Victor offered him a ride. He moved to the passenger seat, but my hubby told him to go to the back seat. He warned the guy that I had taken too many margaritas and then he wanted someone to keep an eye on me…Then I understood where Victor was going to. I pretended to be passed out and.