The hangar has almost emptied. I remember I have a meeting with Cal.
Cal must have known about the dismissal of classes. He knew I could leave the institute and meet him outside today. Suddenly, I’m eager to see him. There is much I’d like to put to him.
Already dressed in white for the outside, I have a head-start on the others, who will have to report to corporate wardrobe for outside attire. I hurriedly pack my cylinder, my childhood doll going in last, and make my way to the departure bay. I am the first in the queue for a flight out, which doesn’t seem to surprise the others, lining up behind me. No doubt they think I predicted the turn in events. I wish I had.
On schedule, a hovercraft carrier with its glass roof, black hull, gold trim, and red seating roars down. I board this gon
