Something to do with the concussion or whatever.”“That’s probably why she wants to talk to me, don’t you think?”“It might be.” The tone ...of her voice said she thought otherwise. After an awkward pause, she said, “I heard that when the doctors came you made them take care of Rissa first.”I shrugged. Then winced. I was going to have to learn quickly to stop doing that.“Well, I just wanted to say...” She paused, nodded, then said with a smile, “That was pretty cool.”“Thanks.”She got up, winked at. I had loads of thoughts bursting into my head. What was she still doing at home, was she sick? Why hadn’t she told me ? Was she in there with somebody else ? Is everything ok? I tried the door. Open. I walked in and called out her name, ‘Jane, you home?’ No answer. I locked the door behind me and started walking through the kitchen, then the lounge and through each room on the ground floor. Nothing. I stood just looking up the stairs, then I herd it. A Long low moan. Jane’s moan. The moan I had. ["Alright leaving now. Start away as soon as I am aboard.] Derrick said. "Sir?" Derrick heard from behind him as he was about to step out of the ship hatch. "It would only take a moment; do you really have to go?" Derrick stopped, turned around towards Shiloh standing to his full six foot two inch height. "I'll meet her one day Lieutenant, I suggest no matter what happens in the next few hours? You hold that little girl tight, very tight understand?" Shiloh nodded a look of surprise and. He left the tux hanging in the closet unsure what to do with it. When Sarah came in she asked him why he didn't pack it. He looked at her quizzically and she explained, "That is for you. Daddy didn't rent it. He bought it for you. I'm sure you will find some occasions to wear it when you get home."Dave looked at her and shrugged, "I don't know when I will ever wear it but thank you and I will thank your father as well; but how am I going to take it home? I don't have a suit bag."Sarah.