’ ‘Should I be drinking, too?’ You ask. That makes me smile for a moment. ‘Only if you want. I’m just. . . Before I had kids. . .’ That’... a sentence that’s going nowhere, so I try again. ‘I’m just having a week where it feels like every day is harder to get through than the day before.’ ‘Something happen?’ ‘No, it’s something with me.’ And then I talk. I tell you about the frustration of being on my own over a year with the kids and suddenly realizing I have no idea where the wound disinfectant. .. The AI, its voice somehow different, said, "After assessing the new data and performing a risk assessment, I have determined that there is a near certainty that we will not be returning to the station. We should release a message torp containing the information we have recently obtained."Diana shrugged. "That will be up to the Mission Commander, but I doubt if she will be quite so negative or eager to send off one of our precious message torps. Besides, we already knew there was a supply. "Yep. Hand it over, Moneybags."What was I going to do? I couldn't take four of them. Besides which, money was the least of my problems. I shrugged and got out my wallet. I gave them what was in there--a twenty."Twenty bucks?" one of them said."That's all I got," I shrugged.Before I knew it, two of them had my arms. "Somehow, I doubt that," Anderson said. "Come on, boys, let's persuade Moneybags to show us his hidden stash."I tried to protest. I really did only have twenty bucks on me. They. The news at 6pm sounded as awful as ever with news of yobbos rioting around the country. It was now time to eat so she took the torch from her bedside and began to make her way down stairs. She would prepare some sandwiches for when Samantha had finished her bath. As she rounded the corner of the staircase she noticed that the front door was slightly ajar. Hurriedly she moved towards it and closed it. Her dad would be furious if he found it open.Instinctively she looked down at her watch,.