I'm working on my new website. You can check it out for me," Andrey said.Less than fifteen minutes later Nikita was at the door. With his parents gone...to work, he was home alone, so Andrey answered the doorbell in his boxers."Cute, dude," Nikita pointed to the dwarfs on Andrey's boxers."Shut up man. Everything else is in the laundry." Andrey turned and walked back to his bedroom.For the next few hours, the friends worked on updating Andrey's site. Nikita had a degree in web design so he could. It was no secret that Rebecca’s participation in the theatre’s England tour was about the only thing that kept cancellation of the trip from coming to a vote.The problem she faced now was the distinct possibility that The Swordmaster might be sabotaging the tour to keep Rebecca from completing her task in England. It seemed so ridiculous; so petty. But the thought kept nagging at Rebecca.From her talks with Wayne over the past couple of weeks, she knew that he was still very much attached to. He was almost finished with the book and wanted to find out how it ended but he recognized the tone of voice as being the final word.Jack thought about sticking his explorer's flashlight under the pillow but he wasn't sure the batteries were still good. He was too tired to check them out and just turned over and started to think about the test on Friday. His eyes closed and he could see all the questions lined up one after the other but nowhere was there a single answer.The house was quiet. ”“Normal schedule? I asked.“Yeah. Travel on Monday. Play brain games Tuesday through Thursday. Travel on Friday.”“And if you fly yourself, that’s a two-day trip at each end,” I said.“Yeah. Wish I could justify taking Songbird. So much faster.”I looked into her face. Those startlingly green eyes. “You’re getting expensive tastes,” I laughed.“What’s that cheesy line? ‘I feel the need for speed’?”“You could fly commercial,” I said.“Not if I can help it. I guess if it’s just me ‘n’ Nikki, we’ll.