Sulu looked at their Captain kindly and attentively. Jim Kirk sat in the main briefing room with his chief engineer and his helm officer. Then she lifted the little hover craft up and away and headed west. She took off, flying low to the ground until she was well away from the house. She put the suitcase, broom, and bag into the back of the hover, put the baby back into his cot, secured him carefully in the seat beside her and got in the pilot’s seat. She would be back here even if she had to move the entire universe to do it. Ruthlessly, she turned her back on the house, and once more gathered her courage. It looked bleak and sad…her little house that she loved so much and had worked so hard to make into a loving and happy home. The softly falling snow would hide the broom tracks quickly.Īs she approached the hover, she turned and looked back to the house. She was careful to step in the same footprints she had made coming to the house, dragging the broom behind her to obliterate her boot prints. Satisfied, she took a broom from the closet and closed the door behind her. She walked back to the kitchen picked up the grocery bag which she slung over her shoulder and walked to the back door. Satisfied that everything looked untouched, she quietly closed the door. She carefully replaced the picture, and looked around. She pulled out the credit chips that were in there and some document flimsies, which she also stuffed in her pocket. She went to a far wall and removed one of the pictures and opened a small wall safe. She went into her own bedroom and from her chest of drawers, she pulled out a warm change of clothes, some underwear, socks, and a soft hat, all of which she rolled up and stuffed inside her jacket. She looked around carefully, making sure there was no sign she had been here. She filled the small suitcase with diapers, baby clothes, a teething ring, a small teddy bear, and baby elephant. She walked softly to a bedroom, took a small suitcase from under the bed and took it into the baby’s nursery. She took a large shopping bag from one of the cupboards and began to fill it with baby formula, bottles, baby food, and finger foods. The baby moved in her arms and whimpered softly and she rocked him gently then carefully turned him around and put him on her back in his baby carrier. She stood inside the cold kitchen and listened carefully it was deathly quiet. She made her way carefully to the back of the house and opened the back door.
She was thankful she had on her cold weather boots and heavy coat, hat and mittens. The heavy snow fall earlier in the evening would make walking to the house precarious and difficult with the sleeping baby in her arms, but she was strong and motivated. She wrapped him up carefully it was bitterly cold. She unstrapped the baby cot and gathered the sleeping baby to her breast. She must be strong now when it was most needed, her courage must not falter or fail her. Her heart clenched, but with ruthless determination, she put her feelings aside.
The baby had not stirred…he was still deeply asleep, his long eyelashes casting shadows on the soft rosy cheeks. She took a deep breath and looked over at the cot securely strapped in the seat beside her. She landed perfectly soft, with not a single bump. She flew to the vegetable crop behind the house and brought the quiet little hover craft down in the field. She flew past the house once more and did another low pass over the adjoining tree line, checking it carefully. She then turned the hover, came back and approached the house from the front, then flew a low pass directly over the roof. Nothing stirred, not even one of the small wild animals in the surrounding woods. She approached the house from the rear and did a high fly-by looking down carefully. In the distance she saw the house it looked dark and deserted, but she had to be very cautious. The little hover craft, old though it was, flew silent and smoothly that’s why she loved it, that and the fact that it has been a gift from her father long ago. The young woman looked down from the window of the small ancient hover she was piloting and saw nothing but deep darkness and ghostly fields of cold-hearty crops below her. The Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone.” “In the bleak midwinter the frosty wind did moan
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