Ditto!
I know its hard to push the Muse along, but honestly, this time you have gotta try!
This news was a great relief, but there was still something about his expression. Lois frowned. “Perry? What's wrong?”
He looked down, tapping a finger against the top of his desk. “Lois, Honey,” he said, “I'm not Dr. Spock, but your son seems to be close to about...four years old?”
Lois shrugged. She didn't know how to convert the time measurements, but four Earth years sounded about right for Zal. “And...?” she asked.
“Honey,” Perry said, cautiously, “you've been gone for *three* years.
A little confused on this part. Care to clarify?
This story has tremendous potential!
