Anson considered how to warn Priscilla, "I think it might be...a xeno-musicologist, be careful of what you say. It's probably recording us."
"Is this part of your song," The creature asked?
Priscilla looked pensive, then began to sing, "Show me the way to go home.
I'm tired and I wanna go to bed" She had a lovely simple voice.
Anson joined in,"I hadda little drink about an hour ago..."
They broke into harmony,"...And it went right to my head...
No matter where I roam, on land or sea or foam"
She started a demure kickstep, Anson joined in mid-phrase.
"You will always hear me a-singing this song,
Show me the way to go homeeeeeeeeeeee"
He ended arms wide; she, on one knee.
The crab's arms withdrew. "It is acceptable. Enter here."
A door had opened in the air to it's back. Bright light streamed through. It had the same quality as the light from the saucer in the hanger.
"Where did you learn to sing that piece of crap",Anson asked?
"My mom liked movies about fish" She replied. "Ah, I think your hair is getting darker".
Wilkins asked her,"Why didn't I meet you thirty years ago"?
"I wasn't born yet".
The crab moved to clear the way and they stepped into