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11th April 2068, 10pm Christopher's flat
Christopher yawned as the film he had watched that evening was coming to an end. Beside him, Asterix was stretched out, his head on his master's lap. Looking back on the day, indeed the last few days, he felt increasingly discontent. His faux pas in London was continuing to haunt him.
At breakfast that morning he had braved the family table only to get the feeling, from Jeff and Scott mainly, that he wasn't welcome. Of course, all his colleagues living at the Cliff House had tried to humour him. The thing that hurt the most though, was that he had tried to talk to Tin-Tin. Only small talk mind, but Alan stuck his oar in and the atmosphere had become a lot frostier.
He worked through the list of tasks for that morning, then reported to Dianne to see if there were any jobs for him. He helped to scrub off Thunderbird Seven, and had contemplated asking her some questions, but he thought better of it.
He had a sandwich in Kyrano's kitchen, and the old gentleman listened to Christopher's woes. But he couldn't offer any advice.
"You must make your own decisions, Mr Jordan." He smiled as he put some chicken in a dish for Asterix.
Christopher chuckled to himself; he loved talking to the old man. He had just left the kitchen to go to the main hangar when Tin-Tin appeared. She looked so happy, so carefree, so beautiful. He wanted to say something, to tell that he loved her. But he didn't have the confidence to do so. So he walked away, and got on with his work.
Which brought him back to the present. He had decided not to eat with the family that evening, preferring to eat at home. Asterix loved the chicken.
"Home!" he muttered as he scratched Asterix under the chin, "I'm not sure if it is home anymore." Getting up from the settee, he made sure that Asterix was comfortable before going to his desk and turning on the computer. He started up the word processing package, and set it up for a letter. He sat there for a while, composing his thoughts, before bringing himself enter the words on the keyboard.
"I am writing to you to offer my resignation from Tracy Industries," he said to himself as he typed, "In adherance with company policy, I will work the full month of notice."
He continued typing for a while, finally putting things down that had been troubling him for a while. Belinda had been a factor, plus the fact that sometimes he didn't feel like he fitted in.
He asked the computer to go through the words, doing any grammatical corrections, and adding all the pertinent standard attachments. Finally the letter was ready to send in an email to Jeff Tracy. Opening the page to send the letter, he noticed an email addressed to him from Mr Tracy.
There was to be a meeting regarding the handling of the media during rescues and, the email continued, Christopher must attend as part of his 'punishment'.
Christopher sat there for a moment, before turning the computer off and going to bed.
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