“Yes,” Ghok confirms in the kind of voice humans use to describe nuisance chores. “I need to get back before your government officials wonder wh...ere I have been. I don’t want to face a bunch of questions where I will have to lie.”“No, of course not,” she says agreeing. “I guess they still have to keep their eye on you.”“It is part of being an illegal alien here on Earth,” he reminds her.“That kind of ironic isn’t it?” she says.Ghok nods, and despite his eagerness to get back, they continue to. His father?s family rarely had much to do with him, being strict old-time Catholics. So, he?d been raised mostly by his mother?s family, extended to include uncles and aunts, great aunts and cousins galore. He?d come to identify with the Scots-Irish blood in his veins, which won out over his majority Italian side.Italia grew up in Philadelphia. When he was 13, he and his mother had moved back to her native Northeastern Pennsylvania, after her marriage failed. There, the influence of the old. "Yeah. Can you blame me?" She whispered, and looked at Erin, who shook her head. "Not after what you told me." She said softly. As they walked into the kitchen, Erin looked over at Jamie, then towards her mother. As she noted before, Jamie and her mother looked like they could be sisters, other than the fact that Jamie's mother was older, taller, and much more developed then Jamie was. "Oh! How rude of me." They heard. "My name is Olivia. Of course you know that I'm Jamie's mother." Jamie. . around, this still needs done, because these people are my family. It's because of me that this has come down on them, and whether I'm here, or not, it has to stop."I gave Jack three specific directives. They insured that the real purpose for funding this outing would be achieved."Do Not Do This On The Cheap."Do It Right – and – Finish it."No matter what, I don't care what it costs," I told him. "I only care about what you accomplish."He got it, and I hoped that meant my enemies were about to.