Random was enclosed in a soundproof tube and sent asleep with a shot of twinkling green gas. Her face twitched and then assumed a strange expression that it took Trillian a moment to identify as a smile. “Now I’m going to cry,” she said, gazing fondly at her drugged and imprisoned daughter. “I haven’t seen a smile like that for years. Not since Random was appointed junior judge in preschool. She loved handing out those demerits.” “The child is dreaming. I can show you the recording if you like,” offered the green ship’s captain.
