It all comes filtered through my ear plug. I only need one. I’m already deaf in the other ear, the sign of a true club junkie. The night is typical...in that invitations to dance pour my way initially but slow to a trickle when the younger, prettier women file in late and so cool. Lingering on the bar stool, I harden into a fixture. Watching the dancers, it’s clear their spins, markings, dips, and shines are stymied for lack of space, also known as, ‘dancing on a brick.’ My eyes lock on no one. " Actually, I was calling about something else. Are there any young girls missing at the moment?" Hmmm, not that I know of. Hang on, I'm at the station now, I'll take a look. Why?" Well, I was out on my bike today, on the trails up in the national park, and I saw a young girl walking in the forest in bare feet. When I approached her, she was terrified, and then she ran away, into a thick stand of bush up there. I spent a couple of hours looking for her, but I couldn't pin her down. She was. Tahksas leaned back in satisfaction, a little work via his ship’s computer and some technical ‘savvy’ from him had finally located a bypass junction which, when activated by a small cell powered switch, caused the main power generator on the hulk to go into a start-up sequence. The hulk, which had been in darkness and pretty much at absolute zero, was suddenly alight, though still in vacuum. As far as he could tell, there was still plenty of fuel, which just added to the mystery of why the. She was aware of her mother in the kitchen and turned her back so that she didn’t hear.“Great, what’s on? she asked, thinking about what she had to wear in her wardrobe. She didn’t think that she had anything pretty that was clean.“Don’t know. We’ll see when we get there. See you then?” he asked, signing off.“Yeah, tomorrow. Thanks.” replied Lauren as she heard the click. She had wanted to talk longer. She had wanted to talk all night, but she would have to wait for tomorrow.Lauren felt that.