If anyone pointed out Lee was pouting, they would be stating the obvious. The visit with Dr. Reeser soured his already fragile mood. There was something wrong with the suits and though Lee understood the scientific mumbo jumbo as well as the implications, he still insisted the problem be fixed as soon as possible. Dr. Reeser, however, worked directly for the International Galactic Government, not Lee, and would be making a proper report.
Just like that, Lee watched his hard work, his dreams, slip away slowly amongst the stars. Defeated, at least temporarily, he retreated to his room and hunkered down for a good couple hours of sleep. Maybe things would look better in the morning. But he spent the night tossing and turning, his doubts giving birth to nightmares. In one he felt like somethi
