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argument between Celeste and Wolfe reminded me of all the ugly moments between my parents.
    “I didn’t ask him to take me to Enzo,” I told Ricky quietly. “It’s not my place.”
    Ricky sighed and crossed the room. “I know,” he murmured. His arms encircled my shoulders, and he gave me a hug, gentle and loose. He left me the opportunity to move away if I wanted. I let out a huge breath and rested my head on his shoulder.
    Sometimes, it was nice having someone who knew everything I was thinking without me ever saying a word. He always knew what I needed, and it was quickly becoming something I didn’t know what I would do without.
    “Thank you,” I whispered. Sometimes it was nice to hear the words, even if you already knew how somebody felt.

 
    After all the stress from looking for Imre and the terrible meeting in Wolfe’s office, I slept for a solid eight hours. When I woke, I still felt apprehensive. I needed to let off some steam. Knowing Ricky would be able to help; I dressed quickly and headed to his quarters. He said he’d have something I could work on. I wasn’t so sure when he first told me about the record player, but when I saw it I lost my doubts. It was in almost perfect condition. The only problem was that it had a loose wire somewhere.
    Ricky collected old things – very old things. Things I recognized from my life before the experiment. Ricky gave me the broken record player, and I took it back to my quarters with it in hand, grateful for something to work on. I placed the record player on my desk, and swiped at the clear surface. The programs appeared as images on the flat surface of the desk, and I tapped a command to run a diagnostic of the record player. The three dimensional figures displayed around the player with the loose wire indicated. I started taking it apart, following the indication of the displayed images. I waved my hand at the display, and the image fractured, showing me every individual piece of the player expanded from the original point.
    I bit my lip. It was a completely different method of working on machinery than I was used to. I would figure it out, right? I wasn’t so sure. My mind wandered as my hands worked. It was kind of soothing. It wasn’t as good as being under the hood of a car, but it was close. I should find something I could work on regularly, a hobby or chore to focus on. There had to be something I could do to keep my hands busy, something to help me not worry about everything else in the universe.
    I chewed on my lip a bit more. My hands paused as I thought. Maybe Wolfe would have some idea; something I could do to help contribute more, something useful. Driving was something that wouldn’t be needed all that often.
    The closest to driving would be to pilot a ship, but it seemed like the Wolfegang was almost always on autopilot. I mentally shrugged at the thought. It could still be useful. I’d always wanted to learn how to fly.
    I shook my head and continued taking the record player apart. No, I wouldn’t ask him. Wolfe had been acting off ever since Ricky brought him back from jail. I didn’t want to talk to him yet. Was he being weird because I’d replaced him as the driver on Speed, or was it because memories haunted him?
    No. I would wait until he was in a better mood to ask.
    I scratched idly, and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Why was it so hot in here? I got up and checked my room settings. The climate control said it was only sixty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. I shouldn’t feel so warm. I brushed it off and turned down the temperature to sixty.
    Maybe something else in my body chemistry was different now. After all that time in the cryogenic pod, and all of Ricky’s tests, I still didn’t know what exactly had changed. I only knew some of what I could do, things that I never could’ve done before the treatment. I worried at what else I would learn. The thoughts were constantly eating at me, even when I pushed them as far back in my