“Rog, how long has it been?”

“Seven hours Em.”

“Any idea on when that Tear is gonna open?”

“Nope.”

“Anything we can do?”

“Nope.”

“Rog, talk to me please. Between the agent onboard our ship, Kieran in the iso ward and our inability to do anything about either, I’m stressed out of my mind.”

“Em, you ever get homesick?” Rog was a master at changing the subject when he didn’t know what to to say.

“All the time Rog.”

“Tell me about home Em. Tell me about those magnificent voyages with your dad.”

“Sure you want to know?”

“Absolutely Em. Growing up on the southern reaches we didn’t see much of the ocean. Tell me about that sweet pea.”

“Okay. Imagine this . . .”


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