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insisted it was the middle of the night。 Now； having put the finishing touches on his documentary； Michael Tolland had downloaded the entire video file onto a digital video disk and was making his way across the darkened dome。 Arriving at the illuminated press area； he delivered the disk to the NASA media technician in charge of overseeing the presentation。
〃Thanks； Mike；〃 the technician said； winking as he held up the video disk。 〃Kind of redefines 'must…see TV；' eh？〃
Tolland gave a tired chuckle。 〃I hope the President likes it。〃
〃No doubt。 Anyhow； your work is done。 Sit back and enjoy the show。〃
〃Thanks。〃 Tolland stood in the brightly lit press area and surveyed the convivial NASA personnel toasting the meteorite with cans of Canadian beer。 Even though Tolland wanted to celebrate； he felt exhausted； emotionally drained。 He glanced around for Rachel Sexton； but apparently she was still talking to the President。
He wants to put her on…air； Tolland thought。 Not that he blamed him； Rachel would be a perfect addition to the cast of meteorite spokespeople。 In addition to her good looks； Rachel exuded an accessible poise and self…confidence that Tolland seldom saw in the women he met。 Then again； most of the women Tolland met were in television…either ruthless power women or gorgeous on…air 〃personalities〃 who lacked exactly that。
Now； slipping quietly away from the crowd of bustling NASA employees； Tolland navigated the web of pathways across the dome； wondering where the other civilian scientists had disappeared to。 If they felt half as drained as he did； they should be in the bunking area grabbing a catnap before the big moment。 Ahead of him in the distance； Tolland could see the circle of SHABA pylons around the deserted extraction pit。 The empty dome overhead seemed to echo with the hollow voices of distant memories。 Tolland tried to block them out。
Forget the ghosts； he willed himself。 They often haunted him at times like these； when he was tired or alone…times of personal triumph or celebration。 She should be with you right now； the voice whispered。 Alone in the darkness； he felt himself reeling backward into oblivion。
Celia Birch had been his sweetheart in graduate school。 One Valentine's Day； Tolland took her to her favorite restaurant。 When the waiter brought Celia's dessert； it was a single rose and a diamond ring。 Celia understood immediately。 With tears in her eyes； she spoke a single word that made Michael Tolland as happy as he'd ever been。
〃Yes。〃
Filled with anticipation； they bought a small house near Pasadena； where Celia got a job as a science teacher。 Although the pay was modest； it was a start； and it was also close to Scripps Institute of Oceanography in San Diego； where Tolland had landed his dream job aboard a geologic research ship。 Tolland's work meant he was away for three or four days at a time； but his reunions with Celia were always passionate and exciting。
While at sea； Tolland began videotaping some of his adventures for Celia； making minidocumentaries of his work onboard the ship。 After one trip； he returned with a grainy home video that he'd shot out of the window of a deepwater submersible…the first footage ever shot of a bizarre chemotropic cuttlefish that nobody even knew existed。 On camera； as he narrated the video； Tolland was practically bursting out of the submarine with enthusiasm。
Literally thousands of undiscovered species； he gushed； live in these depths！ We've barely scratched the surface！ There are mysteries down here that none of us can imagine！
Celia was enthralled with her husband's ebullience and concise scientific explanation。 On a whim； she showed the tape to her science class； and it became an instant hit。 Other teachers wanted to borrow it。 Parents wanted to make copies。 It seemed everyone was eagerly awaiting Michael's next installment。 Celia suddenly had an idea。 She called a college friend of hers who worked for NBC and sent her a videotape。
Two months later； Michael Tolland came to Celia and asked her to take a walk with him on Kingman Beach。 It was their special place； where they always went to share their hopes and dreams。
〃I have something I want to tell you；〃 Tolland said。
Celia stopped； taking her husband's hands as the water lapped around their feet。 〃What is it？〃
Tolland was bursting。 〃Last week； I got a call from NBC television。 They think I should host an oceanic documentary series。 It's perfect。 They want to make a pilot next year！ Can you believe it？〃
Celia kissed him； beaming。 〃I believe it。 You'll be great。〃
Six months later； Celia and Tolland were sailing near Catalina when Celia began plaining of pain in her side。 They ignored it for a few weeks； but finally it got too much。 Celia went in to have it checked out。
In an instant； Tolland's dream life shattered into a hellish nightmare。 Celia was ill。 Very ill。
〃Advanced stages of lymphoma；〃 the doctors explained。 〃Rare in people her age； but certainly not unheard of。〃
Celia and Tolland visited countless clinics and hospitals； consulting with specialists。 The answer was always the same。 Incurable。
I will not accept that！ Tolland immediately quit his job at Scripps Institute； forgot all about the NBC documentary； and focused all of his energy and love on helping Celia get well。 She fought hard too； bearing the pain with a grace that only made him love her more。 He took her for long walks on Kingman Beach； made her healthy meals； and told her stories of the things they would do when she got better。
But it was not to be。
Only seven months had passed when Michael Tolland found himself sitting beside his dying wife in a stark hospital ward。 He no longer recognized her face。 The savageness of the cancer was rivaled only by the brutality of the chemotherapy。 She was left a ravaged skeleton。 The final hours were the hardest。
〃Michael；〃 she said； her voice raspy。 〃It's time to let go。〃
〃I can't。〃 Tolland's eyes welled。
〃You're a survivor；〃 Celia said。 〃You have to be。 Promise me you'll find another love。〃
〃I'll never want another。〃 Tolland meant it。
〃You'll have to learn。〃
Celia died on a crystal clear Sunday morning in June。 Michael Tolland felt like a ship torn from its moorings and thrown adrift in a raging sea； his pass smashed。 For weeks he spun out of control。 Friends tried to help； but his pride could not bear their pity。
You have a choice to make； he finally realized。 Work or die。
Hardening his resolve； Tolland threw himself back into Amazing Seas。 The program quite literally saved his life。 In the four years that followed； Tolland's show took off。 Despite the matchmaking efforts of his friends； Tolland endured only a handful of dates。 All were fiascos or mutual disappointments； so Tolland finally gave up and blamed his busy travel schedule for his lack of social life。 His best friends knew better； though； Michael Tolland simply was not ready。
The meteorite extraction pit loomed before Tolland now； pulling him from his painful reverie。 He shook off the chill of his memories and approached the opening。 In the darkened dome； the melt water in the hole had taken on an almost surreal and magical beauty。 The surface of the