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Something moved deep inside her.
她内心深处有什么东西活动起来。
Her arms dropped slowly down to her side. She didn't notice the scalding coffee slopping over her foot. She was hardly breathing as slowly, inch by inch, foot by foot, the craft came downwards. Its lights were playing softly over the ground as if probing and feeling it. They played over her.
崔茜卡的胳膊缓缓垂下去，她压根儿没注意到滚烫的咖啡溅到了自己脚上。她几乎没有呼吸，眼看着那艘飞船一寸一寸，一尺一尺地往下降落。它的灯光柔和地照在地面上，仿佛在探寻，在感觉。它们照到了她身上。
It seemed beyond all hope that she should be given her chance again. Had he found her? Had he come back?
她本来以为毫无希望，自己绝不可能得到第二次机会。他找到她了？他回来了？
The craft dropped down and down until at last it had settled quietly on her lawn. It didn't look exactly like the one she had seen departing all those years ago, she thought, but flashing lights in the night sky are hard to resolve into clear shapes.
飞船继续下降，下降，最后静静地停到她的草坪上，她觉得它的模样跟许多年前飞走的那艘并不完全相同，不过那时她看见的仅仅是夜空里闪烁的光线，原本就很难确定形状。
Silence.
寂静。
Then a click and a hum.
然后是一声滴答和一声嗡。
Then another click and another hum. Click hum, click hum.
然后又一声滴答又一声嗡。滴答，嗡，滴答，嗡。
A doorway slid open, spilling light towards her across the lawn.
一扇门打开，灯光沿着草坪一直洒到她眼前。
She waited, tingling.
她等着，满心期待。
A figure stood silhouetted in the light, then another, and another.
灯光下出现了一个人影，然后又一个，然后又一个。
Wide eyes blinked slowly at her. Hands were slowly raised in greeting.
大眼睛缓缓地冲她眨巴眨巴。几只手慢慢地抬起来打个招呼。
'McMillan?' a voice said at last, a strange, thin voice that managed the syllables with difficulty. 'Tricia McMillan. Ms. Tricia McMillan?'
“麦克米伦？”终于有人开口了，那声音又细又怪，似乎好不容易才挤出来，“崔茜卡.麦克米伦？崔茜卡.麦克米伦女士？”
'Yes,' said Tricia, almost soundlessly.
“是我。”崔茜卡的回答几乎哽在了喉咙里。
'We have been monitoring you.'
“我们一直在监控你。”
'M… monitoring? Me?'
“监……监控？我？”
'Yes.'
“是的。”
