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stared at her over his cup. “Since I'm not on the Galactic Libraries payroll, I can choose to time jump to any point in your history."
    Amber blew out a breath. A tall order. She loved so many of history's time periods. There was Egypt, Vikings, the American West, and so on. What was her favorite? And then there was his casual mention of a Galactic Library. She'd have to drill him later about that. Right now she was riveted by his offer to go with on one of his studies , whatever that entailed.
    Her brow smoothed. Of course. What had she wanted to be when she was a kid? An anthropologist. And what had she been in love with her whole life?. Dinosaurs. She loved watching the Discovery Planets “what if” shows about dinosaurs. Each period was fascinating by itself.
    She smiled. The Jurassic movies were her favorites, and her fav plastic dinosaur toy had been Triceratops. That fringe and horns were so cool.
    "The Jurassic period."
    "Uh, what is it?"
    Amber giggled. She had said something his translator didn't know.
    "One of Earths periods in history when certain types of dinosaurs ruled the planet."
    "Ah. I should have remembered that."
    "You watched the movie?"
    "They have a movie about dinosaurs?"
    Amber laughed, “More than one."
    "I studied your dinosaurs, but I can't remember everything I read."
    "Me either."
    After breakfast Ryja took her to a small room, with drawers along one wall, a panel of flashing lights on the opposite wall, and an open closet. There was nothing inside but one hanger.
    "This is where you keep your clothes?"
    "Some.” He pulled open a drawer, withdrawing a long orange robe. He flapped it, so it stretched against his chest and hung to his feet. “I wear this when I travel to Orso ."
    He waved a hand at the other drawers, “A different set of clothes for each planet I've visited."
    Walking over to the panel he spoke, “Shield suit, size.” Turning, he asked, “What size do you wear?"
    "In dresses an eight, a small or medium in shirts, depending on how they are made."
    He nodded, repeating what she said, adding, “For Earth women's clothes."
    The lights began to flash in random patterns and a whirling noise grew in volume. Then abruptly there was a shimmer of light from the closet. Amber stared at a smaller version of Ryja's one piece suit that hung from the hanger.
    "Pretty nifty."
    "You are correct,” he grinned. “Slip this on and we can be on our way."
    "Why can't I wear this?” She was quite comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt.
    "Because,” he held the suit toward her. “It works in conjunction with the time shield.” At her confused look, he added, “I'll explain on the way to the jump room."
    Jump room. “Hey,” she grabbed his arm. “What do you mean?” She thought his studies might be doing research in the library.
    Amber couldn't understand half of what Ryja told her, and just hoped he knew what he was doing. She took the silvery suit hesitantly, but then stepped into it. It closed with a suctioning sound when she pulled the front together. Amber ran her fingers along the material. It was buttery soft. Maybe wearing it wouldn't be so bad.
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Chapter Five
    Amber did as he had instructed though, and made sure everything was in place. The communicator box was clipped on the belt, as well as the larger box that was her lifeline. It kept the shield intact, and was the control between the life support inside the bubble.
    They were going to be enclosed into a shield in order to jump back in time. The suit worked in conjunction with the shield and a small black box attached to his belt. The bubbles and spacesuits provided oxygen and rid the interior of carbon dioxide. The unit on her belt regulated body temperatures, making the suit warmer when it was cold, and cooler when outside temps were too hot.
    Were they really going to travel back in time? She glanced at Ryja. He was totally male and looked delicious, although she wished for some reason