"I need to look these over a few minutes."She sat down, looking puzzled and a little pouty at not being told what was going on, and I began to examine...her course work. The courses were American Literature (a survey) and Ancient History; fortunately, I knew quite a bit about both. She was failing both courses, but neither one too badly; it would not take too much to bring her grades up to passing ones.She apparently had one paper and the final exam left in each course. I put down the papers and. We introduced ourselves. That was it.”“Ashley asked me to talk to you. She mentioned you told her you would take her for a ride the next time you left the park.”“She seems impressed by the Avalanche. I told her I would gladly take her for a ride, but only with her parent’s permission.”“What do you do for a living, Mr. Rogers?”“I work in the oil fields in Texas; but, I am on an extended holiday, the first one in years. When I saw all the signs advertising the events I had to stop and. . scribe.” It would have been hard to explain her scientific training, but they knew a scribe was a learned person.A few more flips showed cartoon illustrations of the ship’s bulkhead door and a couple of corridors and then my cabin. Individual pictures of the ship’s captain and my other lovers followed, all illustrations rather than photos. Kate had insisted the storyboard of my adventure include the raiders’ attack. A few illustrations of me fighting with my carbine and boarding sword were. He fell back against the wall and slid down it. He couldn't breathe. "What... what the hell..." Not this, he begged. Anything but this. He still saw her in his dreams, he didn't need to see her when he was awake, too!He was awake... wasn't he?Julie - or the hallucination of her - gave him a sympathetic look and shook her head, making her hair dance around her body. It moved slowly and drifted away from her, as if it were underwater, and it streamed out behind her as she moved towards him..