The middle aged woman paws through the finished work again. Written on a highly expensive material (paper), the antique, Olivetti typewriter gives her words a tactile quality.

Pr. A. Walker's words look funny on paper. She puts down the one and only manuscript that could never be published. Too much at stake, including her own life. Plus the fact Ball would definitely find her. It's a pity he was lost in a horrific crash on Mars, 4281. The supposed dead man should be contacting her today. For matters in searching for his old colleagues.

Dexter looks at herself in the mirror. Her figure is fantastic, the thirty-five bracket was ideal to be stopped at. She can transform herself into any disguise she wants of course, but the original Dexter is fun to be in sometimes. She eyes herself more closely, the Univarians have done her proud, plus the advanced knowledge comes in handy.

Her intercom goes, "a call for you, long distance Ms. Hayworth, a Mr. Reinheart."

Quickly she changes back into the tall blonde that people on the island have grown to know over the years: a twenty-something blonde whom has endless fun and a successful publishing company.

"Very well, put him through."

Dexter doesn't know why or how she has developed the ability to see into the future or why her (and the late Seera) can change their appearances, another Univarian mystery. A face appears on the vid-screen. He has grown himself a moustache that Dexter thinks looks ridiculous. His face betrays that he is disappointed.

"Sorry.." he begins.

"What is it Mr. Reinheart? How may I help you?"

"Sorry..I expected someone else," the vid-screen goes blank.

Dexter smiles to herself.