----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Smith, Greg" 
> >
> > The group walks toward the Terminal Building. There is a car
> > park next
> > to it, and Lysia keeps looking over that way, and her eyes
> > light up as
> > she sees her vehicle parked there.
> >
> > Getting through customs here is easy and goes without a
> > hitch. Everyone
> > gets a card they can use to come and go to the ship without
> > having to go
> > through an inspection each time and hears a very brief lecture on gun
> > laws and local customs.
>
> "It's just down the way here, three blocks.  Let's walk!" Woof says.

Lysia nods and follows along, drinking in her first views of Mark in three
years.

"You never realize how much a place is a part of you until it's not there
any more."

Lysia Jezebel David