On the Grey alien ship, the two scientists were unaware of the debate going on about their fate. The reluctant guests awoke to a strange musical tone. One of them, Ah Bhat, groaned and rolled over. The other, Ramone Roberto, sat up in panic. Ramone looked frantically around, wondering where he was. Memory flooded back, but didn’t ease his anxiety. He had agreed to “visit” the aliens and help with research on their planet until the man who had stolen one of their ships was arrested and the ship returned. The Ambassador hadn’t used the term, but basically, he and Ah Bhat were hostages. A well treated one, so far, from the looks of the accommodations.
The thing that struck him about the room was a shelf full of musical instruments. There were other shelves with things that looked like books and puzzles, and even some familiar games from Earth, but it was the instruments that drew him. His parents had always discouraged music for some reason. They seemed to really hate it. The only kind ever allowed was a bit of classical. Then he was so busy at university and work he’d never had a chance to try it out or even listen to much of it. The air was full of it now, though, and it was lovely. Very relaxing, which he supposed was the point, under the circumstances. Whatever their final intentions for him and Ah Bhat, they wanted them to be comfortable for the time being.
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