And make the last goodbyes. Gram promised prayers, Genifer demanded e-mail as soon as he could find a station, and the General shook his hand silently. Furlann watched it all with her usual detachment. She slipped into the mupper while he was tossing his duffel into the back, then had the vehicle rolling even before he had the door closed. When they hit the street, he asked, "You know what’s going on?"