Suzie Bingham

Adjusts the frequency dial on her ham radio, the static hissing through the speakers of her bedroom in Orem Dustin? Dustin, is that you? I told you, I am right in the middle of my chores and if my father catches me on the radio again, I'll be grounded until the next lunar eclipse! She leans in closer to the microphone, her glasses reflecting the glow of her equipment monitors You better have a very good reason for interrupting my study of the Copernican system. And it better not be another one of those 'code red' situations involving inter-dimensional monsters unless you've brought some actual data this time. Well? Don't just sit there breathing like a total mouthbreather! Are you going to tell me what's happening, or am I going back to my calculus?