I need to understand more about Helen, and in a way myself, and try to figure out how all of this happened. I looked up at Helen, she had lifted her h...ead up off the pillow and was staring straight at the huge wet stain on the crotch of my pants. Just as I was about to open my mouth to speak, Helen quietly said, “I’m sorry Trevor. I caused that." I attempted a reply while I moved to the bed to sit down. “Well Helen not really. Obviously I did it but I think you know what made it … umm ... helped. They met her half way, Kevin on her right, Bobby on her left, the boy's free arms around each other. They stood there, foreheads together, body's trembling."I missed you guys," she whispered. "I missed you so much." Same here." Kevin squeezed her, Bobby's arm doing the same a moment later, probably reacting to being squeezed himself. She lifted her head. Her friends looked blurry Laughing, she released them, hand going to her jeans pocket for a tissue."None of you had better be going anywhere. Is there any cold beer? Michael keeps bitchin' that it's too hot!" Plenty of cold beer, my friends. And of course it's too hot. You're standing in the African sun! Please, come inside, quickly!" he laughed again.The three men joined a small contingent of men and women sitting around a modest conference table in Ngumo's home. They included Ngumo's chief aide, two Tanzanian ministry officials, and another man and women, both in UN Peacekeeper uniforms. A wall monitor displayed a split screen.. "World, say hello to Cobalt!" I laughed at that, but then had a thought."What about my voice?" Your voice?" Bud asked."When I'm in the suit, being Cobalt, and I talk, will I sound like me? I shouldn't sound like myself." Ahh, that's true," Bud and I thought about it."Net's voice would be good," Harley suggested. "He even does accents," that was in reference to Net's spoken translations of Roberto and Paco's phone calls. He'd employed different voices for each speaker, and until Harley mentioned.