We've just settled into one of our favorite spots near Clark Lake (usually a dry lake bed) when we hear from Captain Tasha. She mentions that we might consider returning to the Winslow Port sometime in the near future.
Somehow the suggestion of Winslow and the logical next port of Ann Arbor brings on an nearly irresistible desire for the fires of home.
We're coming Natasha!
The captain is at once gratified and puzzled by our sudden appearance. "So you better not have damaged the Q in your haste for home." I suggest that you consider returning to Winslow - and you interpret that as fly here? Just as well i suppose. Lorna still hasn't forgiven you for calling her Loreen, as if all grey and white kitties whose names start with L are interchangeable.
The captain's pique soon passes.
She gives Q a quick check and authorizes the final push for home.
At home: Captain smiling in her sleep in front of the wood stove fire. Perhaps dreaming about the next adventure?