The battered, peeling door of the old gymnasium opened, and Medea came in.
"You're taking ages," she said.
"What can I say?" said Nayl. "The girl's picky, like her mother."
"You all knew her, didn't you?" I asked.
"Why do you think we've taken so much effort with you?" asked Medea.
"We knew her, loved her, mourned her," said Nayl.
"What happened to her?" I asked.
"She got hurt," said Nayl. "Brain dead. It was bad. We put her in stasis, in the hope that one day..."
"And?"
"The stasis tube holding her was kept aboard a ship," said Medea. "The ship went missing, lost, during a routine jump, about 460."
"461," said Nayl.
"I guess someone must have found it after all," said Medea.
"Do you have any picts of her?" I asked.
"Not any more," said Medea. "It was a long time ago."
"The boss might have some," Nayl said.
"I wouldn't ask him," said Medea to me. "In time, he'll show you if he feels he can. It's a sensitive issue."
"Why?" I asked.
"He loved her," said Nayl. "As much as he can love anyone. Losing her would have broken his heart... if he'd ever had one."
"If you want to know what she looked like," said Medea with a smile, "go look in a mirror."