Do whatever you want.”
“Mom,” Lisa replied, sounding more like her teenage years. “You saved Albuquerque. XXX There was no power, so Béla simply teleported the door into the slot where it would have gone had it slid open. And people.”
“Ooo-kay,” Tabatha replied, totally lost, now. “What’s wrong?” Tabatha asked, not understanding what had just happened. Then Béla frowned and turned away. “What the hell is that?”
Lisa looked at her dear friend and occasional lover very seriously. She suddenly let go and turned away, stunned by what she’d just learned. Except for the vacuum and the absence of power, the bridge could have been occupied yesterday. “Can you read this alien script?” Tabatha asked without saying hello. “Eeek! ‘Look for food and supplies and tools that you recognize.
