Let's start right where we left off last week.
I turned away from her
and took back my captain standing posture or at least what I thought
was a captain standing posture until she mentioned that I wasn't
moving like myself. You can trust your body to know what to do, as if
I needed that on the top of everything else.
Tucker was standing at
the entrance of the room and even if he wasn't openly smiling, I
could have sworn that he was somehow happy about everything. Yeah,
give me trouble, go ahead. I wanted to punch him in the nose just for
having a smile underneath his gloomy face. And those hard emotion
made me realize one thing. In the previous world, I was overwhelmed
by my other self emotions, they were everywhere on me. I needed to
find Michelle's diaries too. I never realised that my habit of
writing diaries was something my other self would possibly also do
before.
"Captain,"
Tucker said. "This is a very sad matter and I'm afraid we will
have to change plan about going to Antares."
He interrupted my thought
but he was probably the less subtle person I had ever met.
"Straight to the
point as usual I can see," I said.
"But the damage are
sever I have here a report," Tucker said shoving the files he
had in hand toward my face.
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