She hadn't bothered to put on shoes. Her bare feet were small, and dainty. "Are you ready for breakfast Peter? Why don't you come in and help me this ...orning." Turning on her heel she went through the arch and into the kitchen. I followed her, glad to spend time with her. Any time at all. It pleased me to just be near her. Alone, as we were now, was better of course. We made short work of getting the breakfast made and then eaten. We chatted about school as we ate. And she kept glancing up and. My phone started ringing and I checked to see who it was. My best friend Jon, was probably calling to talk about some stupid sports game he just saw. Sports are one thing I hate but I bear with it just for him, I've known him almost all my life after all. I met him in kindergarten and we were inseparable to say the least. But I never thought of him as more than a friend. By the time I answered and said hello I realised how terrible I sounded. He immediately understood I was not okay and asked. In a rush several men got off the plane almost at once, and every one was British. Then she could tell that the Americans started to exit the plane. Most of them looked like business types, and none that looked like what she imagined this William to look like. Then a lone man stepped out of the doors. He was not dressed like the others; in fact he looked like a college student coming over for a summer trip or something. He had brown hair down to his shoulders that he had pulled back into a. " Let me see your scores," the captain ordered. The display was from zero to 999. The impossible perfect score was a thousand points: 999 was the "possible" score but a professional score was around 400. "Hmm, 398, not bad. I score over 700." Good thing you're the captain," I said."Your three hours are up," Manny commanded. "Come with me."Did I neglect to mention that the ship's uniform was skin? That we were both nude? In jump space, there's little need for watch standing. Alarms will alert.