’ Isabelle leaned against the table, standing between his feet. ‘What about your deal with Yusuf?’ she asked, feeling guilty for having him drop... a lucrative deal. ‘What will you do now?’ ‘I don’t know yet. Make the best of what we have right now probably.’ A knock on the door turned their attention to Samantha. ‘Mr. al-Hassan is here to see you..’ she said with a little worry. Jean-Marie sighed and gestured for her to show him in and stood up. Isabelle made sure he looked perfect and checked. I told you that I was offered nanite research before taking the spot in the time travel study.“Anyways, the nanite research they had me working on today was so rudimentary; it felt like they had just started researching the subject a few weeks ago. Some of this stuff they are setting up was done back in my days in college. Mind you, we were ahead of the game back then, but it seems to me they are now seriously working on it. I think Tim’s story might have finally broken through someone’s brain,. The two women didn't understand why, but both could tell that their husbands were maudlin, yet not really depressed. They couldn't tell what the matter was, and that in turn worried, and even irritated, them."What were you talking about before we got here?" Sophie eventually asked in desperation."Fantasies," said Frank shortly, answering only because the alcohol had loosened his inhibitions. "Impossible fantasies." What? You mean like screwing Cindy Crawford?" asked Jennifer tartly."No,". After I hired her, during these weeks following, I was able to find out that she found a place with others, that she sleeps on the floor, and the ‘cucarachas'(cockroaches), crawl on her at night, even into her ears. Yet, the years of living hard do not extinguish the hope she has in her eyes. She wants to support her children, to send money to them in Mexico and she is willing to endure whatever she has to endure, to be faithful to her children. My heart has gone out to her. Her determination.