HER DOOR CHIME WOKE her. Groggy with sleep, for a tense moment Jas thought Loba or Margret had come to take her to the planet so she could be possessed by an alien. She sat up, trying to figure out who was at the door. Was it a drone with Spark’s prescription? No, the pills had been put through her door slot. Her memory fully returned. She’d asked Lingiari to come over. “Door, open.”
The rangy copilot stood in the entrance, clutching a box and looking pleased for some reason. Maybe he’d figured out what they should do.
“Come in,” said Jas. “What’s been happening? How are Margret and Loba acting? Has anyone else been affected?”
“Whoa, slow down,” said Lingiari. “Have you eaten? Are you hungry?” He sat down and put the box on her desk. He began to open it.
“No, I’m not,” replied Jas, tho
