There were now barracks and homes constructed for everyone associated with the base and even Park and Iris had finally managed to find the time to move into one that over-looked the river just to the west of the original base itself. It was close enough to walk to work from, regardless of where they were headed, and the hill that encased most of the original installation kept them visually isolated from most of their neighbors. Park woke early that morning unable to sleep, and scowled at his peacefully sleeping wife, jealous of her ability to just relax in spite of the impending satellite launch. He dressed quietly and slipped out of the room and was surprised to find Merisea pouring herself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping, dear?” Park asked. “Shouldn’t you?” Marisea threw back at him. “I couldn’t sleep,” Park admitted. “I get that way before a big day. Of course this means I’ll probably fall asleep in mission control.
