"Christina, I'm your mother now. Watch your mouth," Jennifer shot back, refusing to give an inch.

"Enough, both of you!" Ethan slammed his hand on the table and barked the order, successfully cutting off the argument between the so‑called mother and daughter who were the same age.

He began tapping the tabletop, lost in thought.

That's right—their food was almost gone. He had to come up with a solution, and fast.

Ray.

The hovercraft.

But how?

Damn it. If only he could still get in touch wi