You are doing a big favour on us.” Said my mother, as she approached the door from behind.“Mom, what is all this about? Why is he here?” I said....I feared as I knew what my mom is going to say and was praying for her not to say the same. But it didn’t work.“Raj has come to stay here till the time we are back.” She said.“But mom, I am 21, a grown up now. I don’t need baby-sitting.” I stressed this point raising my voice. Just to clear things, Raj is my cousin who lives nearby. He is 11 yrs older. "Yeah yeah that's what you always say, and your usually gone at least 2 hours when you say that!" Collin replied jokingly."I SWEAR this time only a little bit!"As she left shut the door behind she could hear him chuckling about it.Sans her helmet Meagan swung a leg over her machine and starting it up. The smooth engine purred between her thighs. God she loved this bike! She had just upgraded from a 600 only a few months prior. It had been pretty fun learning all about the new bike and taking it. That bastard ever gets us home, let alone to the planet that will make me, uh, all of us rich."In the engine room, the Chief Engineer watched over his assistants as they removed the two parts that had been stressed beyond their endurance. With properly refined materials, the parts will work, he thought as he stared lovingly at the coils he had built. I was almost certain I could assemble a coil from spare parts and tune it well enough to achieve warp, but I had my doubts about obtaining and. Sticking close enough to holler if I need it.Today I went south over the hill to the next valley. There's never been gold mining in that one so I meandered up the valley floor.I looked around a lot. Archaeologists suffer from the "grazing cow syndrome." We look at our feet and swing our heads side to side like cows looking for a delightful bit of grass, but we're really looking for evidence of prior occupation in the form of cultural material. It doesn't have to be artifactual debris, it can be.