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“Are we there yet?” complained a small voice from the back seat.
John Sheppard, at the wheel of the car, sighed. “No, Em, not yet.”
John shared a look with his wife. Elizabeth gave him a sympathetic smile. Minutes passed as traffic blew by. Then…
“How about an estimate?” piped the eight-year-old.
John gave a laugh that was half groan, and raised his eyes to the ceiling in exasperation. “Emily!”
“Okay, okay!” Quiet again.
“I think gate travel has spoiled her,” commented Elizabeth, grinning.
“But you know, this still isn’t as bad as a jumper full of scientists.”
She laughed.
Five minutes later: “What about now?” whined Emily.
Then again, thought John, maybe it was.