She was alone in her bed, naked. Brock, Brock, Brock…are you there? Silence. Brock? Tricia sat up and swung her legs over the side. Damn it, I did not dream the whole thing! Brock! Pulling on her robe, she padded out to the kitchen and measured coffee into her coffee maker. She looked at her watch, five in the morning. As she turned on the little radio she kept on the counter, loud rock music assaulted her ears, followed by the traffic and weather reports. Tell me what the date is, you morons! Normally that’s the first thing out of your mouths. Where is Brock? Tricia tapped her foot impatiently. Duh, you’re back on Earth now. Where’s your cell phone? She located it by the bed. I’ve only been gone one day? How? She recalled Brock’s words. “Time moves faster on my planet. One of your days equals a week.” Feeling better, Tricia answered a few texts and listened to her voice messages. Nothing that couldn’t wait, and Justin was handling everything at the café. The coffee had finished brewing when she returned to the kitchen.
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