I’ve almost beaten the block, but I’m still putting off stuff I really should do. Must complete my tax return.

Seeds–

They knew many languages, and had the skills to learn new ones rapidly. The one they used now involved hand signals. �The walls are very strange.� He signed, �I haven�t found evidence of any microphones yet, but we have to be careful.�

�How strange?� signed Bobb.

�Cold and clammy, even through the wood cladding. And there are bits that are colder than others, like they were being deliberately cooled.�

�We need to get out of here,� Sheel asserted, �before they check our story.�

�I can trace our steps back to where the flying boat landed. But I don�t know what would be there.�

�We need to get our hands on some metal to work with.� Bobb pointed out. The only time they saw metal was the cutlery at meal times, and they were watched as they ate by a rating who tried to stare at Sheel�s breasts.

�I wonder how the others are getting on.� Gim pondered.

�If they�re not dead.� Bobb replied lazily.