She rubbed at her forehead, wondering at the world she’d left behind and how many changes she’d missed. Finding the music available had been wonderful, but she’d avoided searching out anything else. She suspected news about the issues she’d embraced when alive would disturb her equilibrium. The report on the many balls Hammer juggled had been bad enough. She’d left the world behind over twenty five years ago and found herself reluctant to consider stepping back to it. Jumping from the cruise ship seemed a definite barrier to the very idea. From what she’d read on Sam’s tablet, the world sped faster and faster into a hell she wanted nothing to do with. Save for the music. She pushed her chair away and left the room, heading back to the viewing room Testa had set aside for her. A stroke of her hand saw the control buttons lift on the bench and she paused before bringing up the new internet. Between Sam and the engineers on the ship, she felt certain no one could trace the stream and discover them.
