"Shall we try and log in to Cynthia Kitchen's remote site?" emoted Ms. A.

"Yes, of course," Golam responded: "Why don't you do it?"

Ms. A opened up the window-box and keyed in the address sending a Signal Inquiry out toward the site that Cynthia was transmitting from. Within seconds, Cynthia's face appeared on the screen. She looked older, a few grey streaks running through her blond hair which was pulled back into a ponytail. She was more beautiful than ever.