"Enough people think it important that some died for this picture." Cal handed the book to Pentam. "I burned the original, then tried to recreate it from memory. Don't tell anyone about this. I mean it, not a soul! Please, see if you can figure it out, Pentam."
Pentam looked through the book again.
"Don't let it stop you from working on your thesis." Crysabel wagged a finger at Pentam.
"I'm studying the effect of acid on some metals, so I've built a battery since it involved metal and acid. I can fit this in." He stood up and wandered away, deep in thought.
"Oh well," Cal said, "but now you can tell me all about this baby without embarrassing him."
***
After a few very enjoyable days, Cal reluctantly boarded the train to go home. Once again she spent most of the trip staring out the
