“Acting, hopefully. I taught a few classes when I worked for the Theater and it was so inspiring. I loved having students who actually wanted to be there. I loved coaching gymnastics, and some of the girls were truly gifted athletes, but most of them just seemed pressured into being champions.” Kimberly shook her head.

“ You know, you might encounter stage parents too.” Tommy chimed in, having been listening this whole time, trying to find the best segue into the conversation.

Kimberly nodded in his direction. “Yeah, Reefside’s Drama Club put up West Side Story last year and I was asked to help choreograph the fights. Man, some of those parents . . . I tell you, they treated their kids like machines.” Tommy said, taking a bite of some garlic bread.

Kimberly nodded. She hadn’t thought about that. But it was good to know.“Did he say anything?” asked Kimberly.

“Not really. He wanted details on your condition and then told me to tell you that your roommates would be stopping by this afternoon. He was going to allow them to leave practice for a few hours.” Myk keyed a few buttons into the navigator, then shook his head. "No translation available."

         "I can read it," Kira said.

         "What does it say?"

         "Eons hidden, deep below

         through centuries of ice and snow,

         There lies a horror none must know

Kimberly smiled slightly. Visitors would be nice. She wondered what her roommates were thinking, or if they even knew the whole story. They probably would if Coach Schmidt did. He would probably tell the entire gymnastic compound about it… Kimberly sighed. She didn’t want to think about their reactions. It was all too painful.