"I-" she starts, but then doesn't know how to finish.



"I'll-" But she stops again, her throat closing up around the words. How do you even say that? She tried to imagine someone else, another version of herself, saying that to her and she recoils suppressing a full body shudder.

She starts to try again but Kendra stops her with a touch, "Lets just… give her a minute shall we? We can - lets just go over here."

They get up and walk a little ways away from the television.



"You ok?"

"Yeah…"

Kendra doesn't push it.

"I… I guess I wasn't really expecting that," whispers Kendra.

"I cry sometimes, ok?" says Bina. "It has been known to happen. I'm not made of stone Kendra."

"I know but-" Kendra shoots a look back at the Viewer, "I know she's you and everything, but, well, I'd kind of built up this idea of her in my head, you know? I've read her technical notes, the ones she left us, and - well she's brilliant."



"Oh! I didn't mean it that way. You're brilliant too."

"Thank you," says Bina.

"What are you studying again?" asks Kendra.

"What?"

"At school. Your -"

"Oh! Journalism."

"God, why? You're clearly pretty good at this whole physics and engineering thing."

"I like journalism!" says Bina, and then, realizing that she's talking too loud, whispers between clenched teeth, "And besides. Didn't we just establish that the whole physics thing is probably a trap."

"Maybe," says Kendra, "But don't you dare tell her that!"

"No." says Bina, and shakes her head. "Never."