"Did you talk to Megan last night?" I ask."...I'm okay, thanks for asking," George snorts. "And yes, I did,didn't any of the girls chat with you last ...night?" Er... No," I reply with a shrug as we take our usual seats. "You gotPE first thing as well?" Umm, yeah," George replies, biting his lip as I straighten my skirt."Rugby though, hooray." Ah, SO glad I don't do that anymore," I chuckle."So, you're doing gymnastics instead then?" George asks."Yeah," I reply, "though I won't be wearing the team. I was lying on top of the blanket, and she was underneath; a decidedly innocent configuration.We got to talking about Sandra. In deference to the likelihood of the presence of a monitoring device in our midst, we never expressed speculation about her disappearance. At the same time, we had no qualms about reminiscing out loud about Sandra the person, whose unfailingly sunny disposition had been such a light in our lives. They couldn't hold that against us! We shared a few memories, some of. He asked, “Do I have to dial 9 to get an outside line?”“Dial 8.”John turned on the speakerphone and dialed a number. The telephone rang once before it was answered, “Director Holden’s office.”Rover got up and looked on the desk to see where the voice originated. John answered, “This is John Carter, may I speak to Mike?”“Oh, Dr. Carter. He’s in a staff meeting. Let me see if he’ll take your call.” The receptionist put them on hold. Elevator music played from the speaker. Ann stared at John as he. “Would you wait for me until I can do it too?”“Er... , “ was all he could say as Vicki popped one of his bubbles in his not seeing her as girlfriend material.“Come on, Plen, you must have noticed she likes you?” Dayyev chimed in.“I ... I guess I could wait a year, find something to do...” he finally stumbled out, looking a little like a plumbech caught in a speeding flyer’s landing lights.“Good,” Vicki nodded. “Now all I have to do is get Mum to agree to me being a Ground Force Officer.”“Do it.