Do you know what really makes my Wednesday?

Getting a call from my wife that begins with "Love, we had a wee bit of an incident over here." Because I like to start my Wednesdays with a heart attack. Because attempted raids on my wife's research facility have gone so well for everyone in the past.

Everyone's okay. Security chased them off - as I should hope security did, after all the effort we put into training them a few years back. But again. When Moira and Rachel were on the island. I would be at the airport right now if there was a flight anytime earlier than six hours from now.

It's a good thing you made me that nice case for my psimitar that fools x-rays, Forge, because I'm taking it with me, and if anyone else suspicious shows up at the docks while I'm there, I'm going to blast them into next Christmas.