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to something important,” Mellori surmised. “We need to shift our entire way of thinking and start looking at everything from the viewpoint of trios and triads, and multiples of three.”
    Remembering that he and Kelen had been able to eat the next morning after supping the night before, Kyber nodded. “It must follow a time table. After so many hours have passed, it’s able to produce three more.”
    “Maybe after three cycles, like our hours?” Mellori guessed.
    “It would make sense. We need to look for more sets of threes,” Massapa muttered.
    “I agree. It might help us to understand this culture better,” Kyber added.
    They exited the apartment and returned to where the others were waiting. Fullgrath grinned as he held up his prizes.
    “Found the pancakes. Found out something else very important, too. The thing only dispenses in three. Three pancakes per person before the thing recycles to give you more.”
    “Which probably also means that it’ll give out three bowls of what Kelen calls oatmeal,” Kyber told them. He squatted beside the woman, who remained unconscious, and gave the physician a worried look. “She should have come to by now, shouldn’t she?”
    Sandow gave a little shrug. “I can’t tell you for sure because I don’t know what was in that black morass that attacked you two.” He peered closer into Kyber’s face. “How are you feeling? Any headache? Dizziness? Upset stomach? Damn! I wish I knew more about Seneecian physiology!”
    Kyber inhaled deeply. “It continues to burn when I breathe,” he confessed.
    “Anything else?”
    “No.” He shook his head. “No. Otherwise, I feel unaffected.”
    Sandow winced. “Hopefully, after some food and decent rest, you’ll be able to shake it off.”
    “I have a question.” Tojun stepped forward. The others waited for him to speak. The Terrans had quickly learned that the Seneecians were content to listen, speaking rarely and only when an issue needed to be brought forth that had yet to be mentioned.
    The gray-furred systems operator, still cradling his injured arm, looked to Kyber for permission to continue. Although Kyber had stated he was no longer their Por D’har, the crew members maintained deferring to him for guidance and leadership. Kyber gave a slight nod to let Tojun know he was within his rights to ask.
    “What’s your question?” Sandow pressed.
    “When we were at the lakes, we discussed and decided to return here because of the food source,” Tojun began. He paused.
    Kyber coughed and cleared his throat. “Tojun, are you asking if we’re staying here?”
    The Seneecian rubbed his bad arm. “I’m worried that our signal for help we broadcasted before we landed here will be answered. If a search party arrives, we won’t be rescued because we’re not at the surface.”
    “Do you seriously believe a rescue ship might land here?” Fullgrath questioned.
    “What if it does?” Tojun challenged.
    Fullgrath straightened, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m sorry, but as much as I want to get off this forsaken planet, I don’t know what would be worse. Facing those creatures, or being taken prisoner by the Seneecians.”
    Jules started to object. “We don’t know that.”
    “He’s right,” Mellori interrupted. “We may have a tenuous relationship with Kyber and his men, but that won’t guarantee we won’t be treated as prisoners if others arrive.” The man stared at Kyber as he spoke. Kyber had to agree with him.
    “I agree, but know this. If any of my kind do manage to make it here, I will do everything in my power to see that you are released at the nearest orbital station so you can return to your own planet.”
    “You can’t guarantee such a thing,” Sandow argued. “I appreciate your intentions, but you can’t make those kinds of promises, Kyber. You know it. We all know it.”
    Kyber nodded. Again, the man was right. “Still, I will intervene.”
                “I believe