fine. Paulo knew that it certainly was not okay on a cosmic scale and probably she was withholding details from him on a local scale too. As he scrolled through disconcerting pictures from Arkansas, he found details of other quake activity around the world that concerned him more. The patterns were more obvious when he had the data to tell him what to be looking for. In China, Russia, the Middle East, and Eastern Europe, the reports were of crushing G forces that were bringing down buildings and trees. Planes had been pushed down from the sky in what Paulo now knew to be an unprecedented gravitational anomaly. In Spain, West Africa, the United States, and Central America, reports of objects floating and weightlessness were filling the Internet. He scrolled through more examples. An observation post in Antarctica reported rare tidal waves striking the ice shelf. The waves appeared to be an accumulation of three separate ocean quakes. The smaller, but still deadly individual waves were reported in Chile, South Africa, and India. He turned back to his data. Paulo drummed his fingers. He started running his own calculation from the raw data of separate, global sources. A wave passing through the Earth’s crust itself could create quakes. “Pressing down as it pushing through China,” he said aloud. “Pulling up as it came out through my daughter’s living room?” He shook his head. The Earth rotates as it revolves. We would be in a different relative orientation and different sides would face the oncoming wave, if it has an extra-solar source which it must be . Paulo took a pencil and scribbled a separate calculation on a notebook as the computer ran more complex numbers for him. He figured how many relative kilometers the Earth would travel in orbit before the same side of the planet were facing the same relative point in space. He became more specific and drew stars outside his numbers as dots giving them initials for his rough star chart. “Eastern hemisphere,” he said. “Entry point … each time would be facing …” He slid the pencil point out to a dot marked AC. Paulo squinted. He pulled up the distortion images and traced his finger over the band of incorrect space representing the incoming gravitational waves. “Double stars,” he said as he looked along the edge of the distortion. He flipped back and forth between five images in a cycle. “Double stars … and missing stars.” He returned to his scribbled calculations and drew curved lines out from the dot marked AC like ripples on a pond. “We are rolling in and out of the passing ripples. This has to be more than a super nova though. Less than a quasar or the planet would be swept of life. Less than a micro blackhole or a primal particle or we would have super volcanoes and it would only happen once. Not a passing wormhole or our sun would collapse too.” He paused and tapped his pencil. Paulo tilted his head. He looked back at his Internet connection still on the story about the super tidal wave striking Antarctica. “Three separate quakes.” His eyes widened. Dr. Restrepo returned to his paper and drew a triangle between three dots. He drew ripples out from each one and marked X’s where they combined. He knew this was scratched speculation and not real numbers yet, but he was working on a theory from the moment – or the idea of a theory. He drew one last dark curve around each dot and drew lines pulling the curves together where they would meet for one combined tidal wave. Paulo swallowed and switched the computer to a new calculation. He needed the details of the waves that had passed already, the available data on the three stars, and an exact magnitude of the final wave. That was a lot and he suspected his time was short. It was probably time to call the director to set up that call, but he had to be sure. If the final wave was going to be large enough to knock the Earth out of orbit or to cause the collapse of their own