”In the back ground they could hear Twitty cursing as she was struggling with something. “Skylos! Get off the com! Help me remodulate this before ...e lose everything!”Sighing Skylos whispered, “I have to go sire, I...”“Sire?” They heard Twitty say. “I’m sorry mate, I WILL CALL you when we are done. I told him it wasn’t a good idea to try a restart in space. Now get off there we have to save what we can!” With that the com went dead. Ambrose had a huge smile on his face. Damn but he was falling. I debated for a while about just forgetting about those messages but in the end I just couldn't. They both came from the same number and the voice purporting to be the fire marshal sounded very officious. Biting the bullet, I decided to call the number back; if it turned out I was wrong and it WAS a reporter, I could always just hang up."Fire Department, main terminal, deputy Mosson speaking," the deep, baritone answered after only a few rings."Hi, my name is Marc Breuster and I'm returning a. "Hi Brad how are you doing today," I reply."Just wonderful except your mom was called off somewhere down south. How are you today?" My mom was a traveling nurse who always worked strange hours but that was just part of life so I was used to it."Well that's too bad. I'm alright so sore from practice I can barely walk." Well we can't have that. Do you want me to take a look at you?" It was not unusual for Brad to give me a massage on my upper back or lower legs because he was once a massage. "Will you disobey me?" I asked.Erma said, "Bill, don't do this. Verine doesn't want to do it and her bonding will force her and upset her badly."I said, "Alright, don't tell me. I am going to have a talk with you when we get home." Oh, good, I like those." Erma said smiling."Not that kind of talk, my disobedient girl, a serious talk."They both looked at the ground and nodded."I still love you," I said with a laugh.They both smiled and seemed to feel better. I stopped the wagon and asked them to.