The next few months moved like Silent Film: too fast.
Bob and Cathy fell in love. He visited her, mostly at night. His grades suffered, he wasn’t his father’s first assistant anymore, and Mom thought he was into something ‘bad’.
He was so busy he didn’t have time to sleep. He was afraid if he let her image slip from his mind, she’ll be lost forever.
Cathy thought: “This gorgeous boy is so interesting! I can’t take my eyes off him!”
She dreaded the nights he wouldn’t show up at her window. He became an expert at climbing up like a cat, but hated going down for more reasons than one.
Cathy’s restrictions were lifted sooner than promised. After all, she was daddy’s little girl. The meetings became more frequent.
In daylight, they looked better to each other.
Bob showed her all the notes he’d collected: from Sampler, Optoglass and Grandma Moon. “I didn’t know everything was analog!” She gushed. That was enough for Bob to go on about it for the next two hours. He could be talking about Idonthaveaclueaboutanythingopeososis, she didn’t care. She just didn’t want him to stop.
They were totally out of tune with what was happening around them. Tensions between Wolfcrow and Digitown moved like a sine wave. It never ceased completely.
The end of the honeymoon was heralded by an increase in hostilities. It was a very palpable cold war that escalated as the dreaded date came closer: The date of Professor Sampler’s trial.
“I hope he’s all right,” Cathy said.
“Why don’t we visit him?”
Sampler was lucky to share a cell with the worst robber in the world. He was so bad he was caught while thinking about a robbery. Sampler had found a new disciple.
“He’s just learnt about analog. I sure hope I can get him to understand wave-particle duality before my trial. It’s not easy going, you know.”
“Are you all right, Professor?”
“Under the circumstances, I don’t think it’s any different from what a physicist undergoes anyway. It’s quiet, I have an assistant, and my notes. It could be a bit more hygenic, but next I’ll be asking for recliners and booze.”
Was he off his rocker?
“About the trial…”
“Cathy, quit worrying. We all pay the price for our indulgences. You guys seem to have managed to find friendship, even in disparity. Interesting. Nothing like your first meeting.”
“Is there anything I can get you?”
“Not a thing. Wait, there is one thing that’ll make my life a lot easier. Do you think you can slip in a scientific calculator? There’s a paper I’d like to finish before my trial.”
This isn’t going to end well, is it?