Numerous households loaded the last of their possessions into their vehicles. A quick check on their smartphones verified that it was, in fact, Tuesday. Living in Indianapolis, the trek to Washington, D.C. would last 10 hours if traffic was decent. Adrenaline rushed through everyone, coupled with a mild stomach ache. Their phones flashed red, and a picture of Commander Conner flashed on screen.
“He’s sending out a video byte,” Dannon announced.
He leaned against the pod, where Alayna already sat with the door open. He tapped play.
“As you know, my time vehicle is presently at the mechanic,” he said, “and that Bryce McKeehan is taking my place. There is already a group on Conner. The osteopath, Moses Amos, will be delivering your babies. He has been there for around a year, and he has crucial information to disclose upon your arrival. I will plan to meet you all in early 2100. Until next time.”
“Wonder what that’s all about,” Alayna remarked as Dannon sat at the steering panel.
“I don’t know,” Dannon admitted. “He’s a doctor; maybe some new medical advancement? I have no idea. I guess we’ll find out soon enough. Let’s pray before we go.”
Meanwhile, the Greenbergs and the Naders also watched the video. They squinted into the screen, then at each other, and shrugged in conclusion.
Light had begun making its appearance across the sky, and the Space Science Experiment Agency dome expanded ahead.