Rende left Korczak’s office, PaDD in hand. She looked at it again…how, after all this time, could it be possible? Rende stopped in the corridor and stared at the image. He hadn’t aged a day, well maybe a day after 3 centuries. Their son. She reached up to her ear and pressed at the small device. A hold over from their days before Earth. Neither one of them was really ever comfortable not being connected, not having direct communication. So over the centuries Eldorin had repaired them, improved them, and even replaced them once. They were never without them.
“Eldorin, my love, where the h$## are you, right now?” And Rende started moving toward the nearest lift, her stride eating up the distance, a fierceness to her gaze as she headed towards him. “You know what, never mind, our quarters, now.” He’d recognize the edge to her voice, the urgency. When he arrived at their quarters the tension was enough to think she’d been pacing, but Rende didn’t pace. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, knees on elbows, hands clasped in front of her, thumbs tapping together.
She didn’t say a word, she just handed him the PaDD with the picture and service record.
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