Prtricia shook her head. "Safe I can't do. Safer... that's a different matter. I'd probably add something like '... and it has to be a full moon, and the blood has to be that of an elephant... and so on. The condition of the trigger has to be possible, but it doesn't have to be likely."<br/><br/>As the jets died, she manouvred the drowsy wolf to the TV watching pad, and placed some blankets over him. "Sleep well."<br/><br/>As she turned back towards the raised dias at the far end that held her own bed, she slumped slightly, bone weary, showing in her posture and expression, if not her features, every hour of her 3000 years.  She trudged to her own bed, and slumped down on it face first, asleep before the mattress rebounded.<br/><br/>The lighting dimming automatically as the infra red sensors detected no movement. Soon all that was left was the night-light illumination of the obelisks, and the patterns of the projected night sky.