"I feel bad about Ensign and Anthony," Brock said. "This is our last night here. I've got a moving van showing up first thing tomorrow. We were going to have a little party tonight, remember?"

     "Oh Jeez, that's right. We're horrible. We are horrible people." 

​     "We have no right mixing with the general public."

     "And I feel a little bit like partying now, too. Think we can call them back?"

     Brock nodded toward the stairway. Shawnacy and Noel had finally come out of the bathroom, but now Shawnacy had taken them both to her bedroom. She left the bedroom door slightly ajar. Estelle checked in on them as evening became night, and what she saw, invariably, was Noel flat on his back with Shawnacy lying next to him.

     They both wore robes, and they both looked very clean. 

     They didn't look like they planned on doing any partying that night, however.

     "I need to do ​something, though," Estelle said. "Maybe we can order a little sip of something. What do you think?"

     Brock shrugged. What he wanted to do, really, was go off by himself somewhere to assimilate what had happened to him in Domitika, but, on the other hand, this was their last night together, and they ​had succeeded in their mission, so...

     "Yeah, let's open a little bubbly, have a little celebration, just you and me," Brock said. "We'll order take out. It'll be fun."

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