Over breakfast Diane didn’t mention being wakened in the night, which was reassuring. When he asked her, she said she’d slept right through. He le...t first for work; Diane would leave later, driving to Antoinette’s so they could go to college together.Monday NightAnother night, another dream. Paul wondered what was going on. One or two dreams, OK. Three dreams on three consecutive nights? That was definitely unusual. This dream looked ominous as well. He wasn’t in Antoinette’s hotel, he was. There was so much of America we knew about and even idolised. And here we were in the birth place of Techno and, as Jane and Jacquie said, it was all shit. But when Marianne made her announcement, we'd only just finished recording the third album, Seventy Doctors, and all of us were enthusiastic and ready for anything.By then, the Crystal Passion band had expanded from a performing sextet with roadie and sound engineer to an altogether more ambitious and larger ensemble. We were already. He called Hamilton again. "Torpedo room, open tube number one and prepare for launch." Opening tube one," was the reply.On the front of the ship a circular hatch irised slowly open, revealing the blunt nose of the torpedo. On the bridge, Mandall began to count down every ten seconds as the launch point approached. When she reached zero Brett gave a simple order."Launch tube one," he said.In the torpedo room, Hamilton took a deep breath, tried not to think about what he was doing, and flipped up. My brother, David, was about to get married. He'd been "promoted" at the vineyard and would have a cottage there. He'd been "seeing" Sandra, his fiancee, for years, she'd been just ahead of me in school. I'd never liked her, but I wasn't marrying her.I asked about the band and was informed that they had been to a corroboree, but w ere now camped by the stream at the eastern boundary of our station. I said that I wanted to go and say hello. And see whether Jacky was there. Dad said he hadn't.