The other was the Grace who was going to rescue her mum and the sweet aliens whatever it took. She just had to keep being that focussed rescuing Grace...and not lose it. Sometime later there’d be time for emotional Grace to re-emerge, after she’d done what had to be done and Mia had come and saved her.They called in at a drugstore, used the restrooms, then drove to the clinic, where she held the glass door open for Mo. He gave her a little smile. He seemed to be listening and understanding even. I felt that we could relax in comfort.It was april first.Our three new crewmen needed some acclimatization time with us so we scheduled a walking party about a group of restaurants and bars. We got rowdy, noisy and happy. The 'happy' part kept the local police off our ass, despite our tendency to goose unwary passers-by. A few Japanese tourists giggled and understood--we were playing "kancho assassin!" They laughed delightedly. The cops caught on and gave us a pass. (look up kancho assassin--a. . and from at least one guy."How about the fish? They serve a very good Salmon here," Markus asked me."Sounds good. I haven't had Salmon in ages," I replied.We ordered and I tried a couple times to get the conversation going. He wasn't having any of it, though. He looked at me, and told me we should eat first, then talk business. I raised my eyebrows at this. Business?He considered this business?So I sat there and fumed in my chair. We were seated towards the back of the room, giving us a good. If they were just "running to the store for a few things" and said they would be back in fifteen minutes, it would be a minimum of thirty, if not forty five or even an hour. This time they said they would be gone "a couple of hours." Therefore I knew it would be many hours until they returned, probably not until well after dinner time."You sure you don't want to come along?" My mom had asked."No, I'm just gonna hang here, maybe watch a movie or something," I said."We'll be gone for a couple of.