Long week. Can Chrissie still seeme?" Let me check." Cassie picked up her phone and called Chrissie."Chrissie, Samantha is here. Yes. Yes. I'll l...t her know."Cassie put down the phone and turned to Sam, "you're in luck, Chrissiewill be able to see you."Moments later, Chrissie appeared through the door behind Cassie."Hello, Sam. Good to see you. Shall we get started?"As soon as Chrissie appeared, Sam's total attitude seemed to change.She became more relaxed. She was still a mess but. She was a leech, spending all my money when we were married. Now we'redivorced and she still wants my money. She isn't getting more. Sheshould be getting less. Wait...what's that?"-----------------------------Some say, "It was a warning!"Some say, "It was a sign!"I was standing right there. When it came down from the sky.The way it spoke to us. You felt it from inside. It said "It was upto us...up to us to decide. You've become violent, this keeper of thishost. We been watching you. She surveyed the class...Melissa Corrigan, 30 had shoulder-length blonde hair, small A-cups, and a smattering of tattoos here and there. Most of the visible ones were on her arms and back, shapes and symbols, some wrapped around her arms like a bracelet with meanings only known to her. She was a rock chick who bar tended in the evenings and when she wasn't bartending, she was playing the drums in her all-girl band "Tie-Died Pussy"Gretchen Charles was 25, tall and thin with B-cup breasts, long. "Remember that small Kikker settlement the road passed through? The one with the dock, half dozen houses?" Yes." Captain Putaski's voice indicated he suddenly understood the as yet unstated plan. James nodded."Send a ship there, with supplies. The one I came in, say. Set up a refugee camp there. With willing help from the locals, naturally. See if one of the Kikker here will go as an envoy, help negotiate payment. We can bring people back here by ship, send out riders from there up towards.