Trisha woke up feeling angry, frustrated, and worried. Three days had passed since their arrival aboard the warship. Her dad was probably frantic by now. Harry, the old airport air traffic controller she had met when she first flew in to pick Abby up would have found their bags by the jet and notified the local authorities about them. Her dad would have expected her phone call two days ago, as well. He knew if she said she was going to call, she would. She would never tell him that and not follow through. She had to get back to Earth. She couldn’t imagine never seeing him again.
Trisha turned her head as she felt a movement on the bed next to her. The huge golden dog-looking creature who had been her constant companion for the last three days was lying curled up next to her. It was watchi
