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Something gnawed at me, something about the whole trip I couldn't quite make sense of.

On a sleepless night, some days later, I made a nocturnal trek to our offices and

called up the videos from our flight. The sick bay ones hadn't been filed - we Sisters

are good at humans, usually, but bad at bureaucracy - and all I could get my hands on

were general monitoring records for the ship's entrances, bridge and exits.

I went over some of my own actions while I'd been in route control, and kept looking

for some kind of flight bump or course deviation that I knew I hadn't made. It wasn't

so much to assuage my conscience, but rather to completely eliminate the chance that

what I was looking for was anything as normal as a simple mistake.

It wasn't until I had switched to the other videos and watched Jonak's miraculous entry

a dozen times that I noticed what I'd been missing, or rather, what he'd been missing

when he finally turned up on the bridge.

Setting the viewers to magnify and sharpen, I focused, and focused, and focused, aiming

the unseen eye directly at Jonak's pocket. There was a clear bulge in there, one that

definitely had not been present when he entered the caravan, nor when he came back to

me on the bridge.

Focus, focus, focus.

A curved bulge, its axis slightly more voluminous, like it had a ball set in its

middle.

Like the Angel had brought on board.

I didn't want to know any more. I didn't want to be on the roads that would lead to a

place I'd never quite escape from. So I shut down the viewer, and I left our office,

and I went home, and some time later, I finally slept.

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