"--A radio," she says. Spoke the word long before the thought went to seed. How cruel to be connected to him by radio waves once again. Peggy doesn't like the prospect all that much, but the pragmatism is obvious. They cannot solve this problem attached at the hip. She was never that sort of person -- cowering against the arm of a colleague. After the heartache fades from acute to background pain, she knows she'll want to claim her natural independence.

Her shoulders slump. Something about this whole situation has made her feel defeated. Nothing like the grand reunion of her dreams. "A pair of them, ideally. I saw a motor pool on the other side of the property. We might get...lucky."

Luck (the good kind) has so little to do with this day.