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had begun yesterday. But it hadn't, and now Terrence had been hurt, and there was nothing she could do about it. She could at least get some work done on the transport, though. The vacation wouldn't be quite the romantic escape she'd hoped for, not with all this hanging over her head, but maybe John could distract her for a while. It had been a long time. She left IPX behind for what she hoped would be three very distracting weeks.


"Sorry I'm late."

Anna slid into the chair opposite Sheridan and ordered some wine to get rid of the waiter.

"It's okay. I haven't been here long," Liz said.

They both smiled. "Liar," Anna said.

They both knew Liz was compulsively early. They'd known each other since undergraduate days, long before Anna had met Liz's unbelievably sweet brother John, fallen in love, and married him. Anna gazed absently across the restaurant, Terrence's words whispering through her mind in an unending loop. She wondered if he'd been transferred to the Psi Corps facility yet, wondered if they would be able to free him from the feedback loop.

"You're going to love the food here," Liz said.

Anna nodded.

The restaurant was one of Liz's "finds" and allegedly fulfilled all her criteria: tables far enough away from each other for some privacy, relaxing music, a warm ambience-in this case created by a Swiss Chalet motif-and food good enough to eat.

"Ready for your big anniversary bash?" Liz asked.

"Any more ready and I'd burst."

Anna tried to smile, but her face wouldn't cooperate. - "What's wrong?"

Anna's fist went to her mouth.

"I screwed up at work. I can't talk about it."

"You need to get out of that corporate environment. You're freelance. Get out of there and get back to teaching."

"Maybe you're right.
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