R/ckets and S/ntries

more space patterns entrance our coming together 'as a nation' but widows and widowers start scorign ont heir own. they've planted the sponge in the right palce and now have a firm grasp on what coems 'next'. any reference to 'next' implodes direly: we're united in that cause. meanwhile, the aliens stretch out ion a pasture called Time, where zonign regulations cause differences, adn change seems complete, tho it isn't really. the Elves, furtehr along, stand for a treat. they've got the gas, so to speak.