He stands back and looks at me. It's a curious stare, appraising but not sexual."Hmmm, so you just startin' out here, Hon?" Yes, that's right; I arriv...ed here, er, yesterday, I think." What am I thinking? He knows exactly when I got here. He was in the bus with all of us.I have no watch — they said not to bring one - and there's no clock in my room. Room? Actually cell, I guess, but I can't quite bring myself to say that. I feel a bit embarrassed to be here. Now that is incongruous! Worrying. Mahol mast ho gaya dancing, music, sab ladkiya on dance floor.Muze thoda nasha sa hone laga tha.Socha dance kar lu thoda. I like dancing after drinking. Dance karke me thoda thak gaya tha ,kuch pine ke liye baar counter par gaya tabhi me dekha waha ek mast bhabhi late 30 akeli khadi hai holding drink in her hand. Dikhne me normal si thi but uska figure mast sexy tha,probably married punjabi thi by seeing I guessed it.Me smile pass kiya usko and she also smiled looking at me.Me wahi khada raha. "Damn right, Emily. How old is that car you drive, anyway?" That's my classic Jeep Wrangler Sport. Daddy got it for me used when I turned 16 back in January. It's a 1997 model, I believe." Let me buy you a new car, or Jeep if you'd like. The newer ones are a lot safer. How many miles did it have on it when you first got it?" One hundred and twenty five thousand. It is fifteen years old, Steven," she pointed out to me."My new girl deserves a new car, we can have that conversation with your dad,. He hated media events even though as a member ofthe third estate he knew that they were a necessary evil, but thatevent the just left was just a circus. Posing for pictures for a newmagazine like a bunch of Supermodels was just wrong. He just had to endit and get the JLA to real business at hand, the election of newmembers.As he pondered this as he teleported up, he noticed something wrong.'Now that is odd.' he thought 'This transport is taking longer thanusual.' Only a few extra nanoseconds.