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Galvin was eating a few figs as well as a spotty banana and washing the chunks of their plump flesh down with gulps of green tea, that liquid stimulant, while he wrote in his notepad, lost in a world of words. He had unstrapped the notepad from his chest pocket, the one embroidered with his name and rank on it in royal red, the one where he could feel his heartbeat blush the same color blood. Alas, what exactly he wrote in there shall remain unknown, because it was cast adrift in the vastness of space. Or perhaps it found a planet to land upon and be studied and deciphered by some undiscovered civilization. But all that is unimportant right now, there is still a fine story to tell!

A woman who flaunted a big wig of peacock feathers, like a bizarre Indian headdress, walked past the doorframe, cradling a dainty poodle. She was humming operas and swaying her head in a relaxed figure 8. Galvin got a good glimpse, and for whatever reason, felt the urge to catch the lady’s attention and see if any crucial kind of conversation might become of it. He flipped his book of secrets shut, tucked it back in his pocket, got up, exited the Pantry, and called to the curious looking lady, “Excuse me, miss?!”

She spun herself in a half circle to meet the boyish voice. She immediately recognized Galvin from his portfolio and said, “Oh, you!” She bent to gently drop the poodle onto the floor, stroked its scalp a few times, and then approached Galvin unblinking with her tan arm outstretched for a handshake. Her nametag was a solid gold plate, “Samantha Beans—Leader and Overseer.” 

“You’re reading my nametag, so a verbal introduction would be redundant. But I will make one anyhow. As you can see, I am Samantha Beans, Leader and Overseer of this facility. You are Galvin. You flew here in Halo Shutter, a fine craft. And how was that?”

“Pretty good, pretty good. Everything is quite nice really. The silken sheets are an especially pleasant implement. Never slept better in all my years, like I was in a woven womb, a cocoon. Complete comfort. Now I suppose it’s time for me to be a butterfly. I visited Zentrik’s office when I woke up and dressed. He said about my mission that we will discuss it soon.”

“Wonderful, we are so glad you feel welcome! How’s it sound that until you meet again with Zen, you come along with me. I can lend you a bit of company. Too much loneliness is very difficult to bear.”

Samantha waved the way. Her braceleted gems twinkled, like a beckon from the heavens. Galvin followed with soldier posture, again hearing his boots smack the marble and ring through the halls. He noticed that Samantha chose to walk in a pair of thin socks. Furthermore, she wore a tawny yellow skirt that danced on her hips. The poodle pranced right beside her, glancing back at Galvin often.