‘We are on our way through Morantell, this country in which you have been sequestered. We are headed to the shore, where we will be boarding a ship ...to return us to our Homeland.’ Jalir looked out the window at the passing wood and looked thoughtful for a moment, almost wistful. ‘It will be good to go home. I have missed it.’ She did not wonder then how long he himself had been away from their homeland. She asked instead ‘What is our homeland called? Why was I sent away? Do we have parents? Am I. ‘Did Sara also tell you that I am hell on men?’ ‘Yep. It’s a bit of a challenge but I think I can handle it.’ He marched into the kitchen and I followed. ‘I’m really not looking for another failed relationship so if you don’t mind I would like to be alone.’ I stopped to stare at my sparkling kitchen. ‘How did you get this so clean? I wasn’t in there that long.’ He grinned. ‘I’m a man of many talents and you were in there a lifetime.’ ‘Devlin,’ I said with a conviction I no longer felt. ‘Thank. Glen looked at his hands. The technician said he had some minor cuts, and had bandaged them. Glen moved his fingers. The joints ached, as did his forearm muscles. He followed directions from the EMT, in a rather dreamlike fashion. A police officer drove him home, in his own car, followed by the officer's partner in a cruiser.Every part of Glen's body hurt. He managed his way into the house, dropped his gym bag near the front door, and wandered to the couch, where he fell face down on it, and. My father's firstmodification was underway. 3Reconfigurations of high complexity often take up to four hours. I leftthe machine flashing and whirring to make a salad in the laboratorykitchen.I had loved salads even in my unmodified past, but my reshuffledmorphology adored them. In my masculine form, a "salad" consisted oflettuce, tomato, and onion. I now couldn't imagine a salad withoutspinach, mushrooms, and red peppers. I'd also lost my taste for.