scoresby is the name. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} leescoresby) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
To be honest, Lee was a little disappointed that Galen couldn't help him with his problem but why he couldn't help him, he could only think it was because of some lack of power for his ship because 1964 doesn't serve it. That was the simplest way of putting it, right?
"That's a damn shame, then," Lee said as he grunted and pulled himself up straight. "But thank you nevertheless for checking her." He smiled at him.
Leaning over to the wicker basket to pick Hester up, he began wrapping the entire thing in canvas again as soon as she was down. "Well, I suppose it's back to the old drawing board for Hester and I. And you, Galen," after dumping the end of the canvas back to the floor, Hester doing a good job pulling and tugging to complete the cover, he turned to the spaceman (that's what he thinks he is now), and said, "I remember you fancy seeing some airplanes, didn't ya?"