Didi paces the small-if lovely-room where she's spent her last two days, knowing every corner and cranny of the ship-board accommodations as though she was born to them by now. While a part of her can appreciate clean clothing and the fact they had real water-real water!-to shower in under a powerful nozzle in the suite's bathroom, she can't help but feel like a prisoner.

They assure her she's not as often as possible. From the lovely young man with the white streak in his ...