It was late afternoon by the time the skycab helicopter dropped Jonathon off at his estate just outside of Montecito. He stood at the edge of the helipad and waved at Synthia, who smiled back through the glass of the skycab’s window. His hair flattened in the wind from the Hughes Airstar as it powered up. Jonathon ducked instinctively as he stepped further back to let the ’copter lift into the air.