The woman nodded towards the photograph, “That’s our daughter Michelle. She was, is, a Navigator first class on the Navy Spacecraft Carrier ‘Londinium’. Her ship was presumed Lost in Space just after that photo was taken. It will be thirty-three years next month since she left us…”
With that said the faces of the Oldies took on what must have been an oft-used expression of loss before the woman forced a smile, “You can take copies of whatever is on the book reader, if you like. She had a pretty odd taste in books, music too, truth be told and she wouldn’t mind. You seem to have a good soul, better than many humans.”
Outside in the corridor, Silvie stopped for a moment to gather her thoughts and let her internal voltage stabilise. She had been particularly shaken by the ‘good soul’ remark
