Chapter 20

She passed the portal to The Catamaran in Pentwater ... two weeks later, she spotted and later that night ... she flowed.

Her period upon her, Abby was sad and happy ... sad she wasn’t pregnant ... happy she could keep trying.

She was obeying the Prime Directive ... propagate. Homo-sapiens depend on you.

Even though she thoroughly enjoyed her interlude with a pair of truly aliens she was almost pleased she didn’t ‘take.’

Sam, the healing chamber, explained that there was no reason she didn’t score a ‘home run’ ... the boys (young men) were sexually compatible ... and she was absolutely fertile...”just the luck of the draw,” he said.

“Maybe next time,” she said. Was there going to BE a next time, she thought. And her hormones clicked in, You damn betcha her body screamed.

What Sam had said finally surfaced ... the luck of the draw ... Sam has been playing poker. That brought on a hum.

Just how closely related were we...? Cassandran and Earthling seem to be following a course ... same ancestral beginnings?

The ‘rules’ say no female Heroes ... they can’t knock damsels up. Grace Austin might not agree.

How do I know Grace? I don’t.

Ah ... the collective unconscious ... perhaps more correct than we think.

Tyche said it best... What my ancestors knew, I know ... ya know?

(Old Man with a Pen I’m done with this ... Figment will probably make a liar outta me.)