Maeve takes off her communications headset.
That call ended quickly. What was his problem? Guess I’ll have to work with him either way,
She sends a message to her mother in the control room, updating her on the conversation.
Now she is left with a wait.
Perhaps Derek is online.
She checks all the usual gaming sites on the console in front of her,
Where is he?
She bites her lip.
This is silly. I’ve never even met the guy. Yes, I can talk to him for hours; he is considerate and funny. But I’ve no idea what he looks like or even what he sounds like. I’m so ridiculous. Oh, Derek, where are you and what are you up to? And why are you so inscrupable? Are you afraid of me or something? I wouldn’t destroy you in reality like I do at the gaming.
A beep goes off. It’s a message from her mother.
STAY WHERE YOU ARE. HYSTERIA BREAKING OUT UP HERE. PEOPLE ARE NOT HAPPY THAT THEIR TRIP IS BEING CUT SHORT. THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO. BETTER FOR YOU TO CONCENTRATE ON WHAT YOU ARE DOING.
Maeve smirks. Very good. I told you not to use all caps in your messages, though. So rude.
Hours pass as she awaits the next communication.
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