The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of th...s journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. “Narth can you get me there fast?”I did not finish thinking my sentence when the world around me changed and I was at deck three corridor just outside the designated laboratory.I saw the Nul stomp around the corner holding a TKU and I immediately thought he had double crossed us, but then I saw him stumble and fall like a felled tree, he was bleeding his yellowish blood from a gash on his head. Shea and Cateria followed him stumbling, Shea held her right arm with her left, it hung limp from her. ‘I don’t know, honey,’ I said rather doubtfully, ‘maybe one evening – it’s getting hot now’.She pursed her lips for a second, looking at me as if there was some joke which I hadn’t understood, and laughed. Then she leaned forward, cupping one of my breasts in her hand and squeezing gently, and gave me a brief kiss on the lips.‘No – you’re hot, and I know what I want to do about it!’ she said, and there was that mischievous look in her eyes that always turns me on, not least because it is often. At this time of night there was an outside chance that I might bump into one of the neighbours on their way back from the pub, but I imagine that had already occurred to Ben long ago. I snatched up a small purse – there wasn’t anywhere on this outfit that leant itself to storing my phone, door key etc. – and stole outside, turning they key slowly and silently. Looking round and listening intently, I could discern no sounds to indicate I was anything other than alone. There was no chance of.