Ritchie stacked all the empty cake bowls together and carried them over to the replicator in the corner of the room to be recycled into raw matter. Then she did the same with the spoons, and lastly, the tray itself.
And then she officially ran out of useful things to do.
She wandered out to the moonlit balcony. She had intended to stand at the railing and look down at the calming waves of grass again, but instead she found herself pacing back and forth, back and forth as she waited.
She told herself for the umpteenth time that searching the room of an only mildly suspicious couple was absolutely not worth putting her future career in jeopardy, let alone Wyss"s. She knew it wasn"t.
But she really wished she was down there now, helping the others search.
Only it was so hard, being in th
