Mandy was nearly knocked off of her feet by the stampeding Forgleflotts leaving the Tavern. Their gelatinous little bodies went wriggling down the hallway in doubletime. Behind them strode Captain Spaw, heading for the laundry, all the while looking like he needed a good crap. She made a mental note to place a basket of prunes in his stateroom.

"Par for the course today," she grumbled. "I don't think it could possibly get any stranger around here."

That was the trouble with people sleeping in your bed. The dreams the Terran left when he awoke had attached themselves to the Mandolan. Her sleep was fitful at best. Dreams of boats, and the ocean, that only served to make her homesick for her days on Mandola. She used to rest on the rock cliffs and watch the waves pound against them. Before her dreams last night, she had not seen a storm on the ocean in ages. Somehow the revelation set her on edge.

She reached the garden without further incident. The Terran's dreams had left a song in her head. She sang lightly to the peaches and fuggerfruit as she pruned the trees...
She drank Coors, She rode Harleys
And her name it was Bonny
She was the star in the bar in Bombay
He whistled and he sang till the Snarf Bells rang
Andy won the heart of a lady