Tilting her head to the side, she offered an impish grin that was an exact duplicate of Anna"s. “I would prefer a name of my own,” she mused. “I would be the first Nassai to receive one. It should be original.”
“Hard to top Buffy Summers.”
“I"m sure you"ll think of something.”
“Wait, that"s it!” Jack snapped his fingers. “Summer!”
The warmth in her smile was proof that the name fit. “Summer,” she said, testing it. “It"s a lovely name. You should speak to Anna about what we"ve discussed. It seems like a good time to have allies.”
After a brief trip to the Med-Wing – a wasted fifteen minutes in which a doctor shined a light in his eyes, inspected his face from all angles and then concluded that he was fine – Jack made his way home. That proved to be a rather difficult task. Whatever the
