Come now, I hear my mother’s voice. These are troubled times and fear has become an ocean around you. You must learn to stay afloat without getting wet. My mother would say that. I wish I could float. I close my eyes to practise it, when my nano-band starts to buzz.
Time to decelerate. Nattalia is near.
I hurry to the flight deck, not just to be punctual, but because I haven’t seen Cal for at least forty-eight hours and I’m keen to be with him again.
As I find my seat, Ray-Ray comes bounding in and slides over to me, his paws skidding on the recently polished floor.
‘What are you doing here? You’re not allowed up front.’ I stand and reach for a handful of fur to guide him out.
‘Too late to get him back.’ I peer up and see Cal. His watchful gaze is on me, taking in my grey dress and si
