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Sarah wasn’t sure how she made it through the tour; she remembered very little of it, like the flotsam and jetsam of a dream when she awoke. Mack and Daniel asked some questions, and she remembered answering them adequately, even though she felt like she was watching a movie of herself.

She found herself in the bathroom, head in her hands, fingers spread across her temples. She Would Not Cry, she told herself. She was no melodramatic drama queen, like Ariella, even though this suddenly felt like a bad episode of Star Knights. Ariella would leave the bathroom with reddened eyes, still moist with tears, to find solace in the arms of Sir Byron! The parallels to her own life caught her off-guard and suddenly breathless.

No. That was impossible. Daniel would frown upon such obvious manipulation. She forced a smile until she could look at herself in the mirror and recognize that this was nothing more than a case of bad manners. It was up to her as the host to overlook such trifles, because the maintenance ships stopped by only once a month. She resolved to do so and went in search of her guests.

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