The man and woman who walked the corridor were a vivid contrast, he so dark, she so vividly fair. Both tall, lithe, statuesque; something about them as a couple was very beautiful, arrestingly stately. Her silver eyes flashed with confusion and sparkling curiosity, and she demanded in a hushed whisper that well fit the sterility of her surroundings, “Jarod, where on earth are we going?” His blue eyes flashed back a teasing amusement and assurance. “You’ll see.” Seconds later they reached the end of the hallway and the awesome mass of silver-gray machinery—the floor-to-ceiling memory storage, the multitude of drives, disks, modems, and controls. She stared with wonder at the machine, but then turned to her husband with her eyes narrowing in further confusion and a smile that clearly indicated she thought he was crazy playing at the corners of her lips. He smiled and bowed dramatically. “You wanted to meet Catherine. Voila! I give you Catherine.” Erin glanced from Jarod to the computer and back to Jarod, then started laughing.
