‘No accident. Close your eyes again. I will show.’
It takes a little while for me to resettle, for my mind to open to the images that are hovering at its fringes. Given I want to see them and am practised at clearing my thoughts, it is not long before they start to stream in unimpeded.
I’m on the flight deck of a ship. The view from the broad screen over the ship’s nose shows a Hatch. Its magnificence at this proximity is something to behold. The crew are seated, heavily restrained, except for one woman who has just released herself.
She holds herself well. Her highly attuned physique supports a posture and movement that is smooth, deliberate, and confident. Several ropes of her hair have been twisted and clipped on top with a clip-blade, the clip doubling as a hairpiece and a small kni
