It was strange, the comfort he received from her touch. It wasn't a feeling he was ready or willing to analyze. "All of my friends are wonderful people. Kings, queens, and journalists."

He was relieved when she left to change - silly the memories a silly piece of clothing could stir up. He wondered if humans felt the same - had any of them seen long scarves or cricketer's clothing or pinstripes and been reminded of him? Shaking her head he returned to the console. "Where shall we go, old girl," he asked as his fingers played gently over the controls."