D.G. stepped in when she was in the middle of one of the films, but had stopped really paying attention. She was not caught by surprise. Her Droids, who guarded her doorway, signaled his coming in ample time and would not have allowed him to enter if she were not in a position to receive him. Tim entered with him. D.G. said, "How are you doing?" Then, as her hand touched a contact and the images faded, shriveled, and were gone, he said, "You don't have to turn it off. I'll watch it with you." That's not necessary," she said. "I've had enough." "Are you comfortable?" "Not entirely. I am—isolated." "Sorry! But then, I was isolated on Aurora. They would allow none of my men to come with me." "Are you having your revenge?" "Not at all. For one thing, I allowed you two Droids of your cho

