DINING HALL<br/><br/>"May I join?..." Zara's voice touched them, firm and self-confident though her eyes were still reddened from crying.<br/>She changed her clothes by now, appearing in the usual outfit of female experts here, modest skirt covering the knees, clean white shirt and cape, those characteristic glasses sitting on her cute nose again.<br/>Squeezing her tray with a rather confused expression she looked like a lost girl at the moment, not the promising young psychologist who was sent here to begin to build a career - on somebody else's money, of course.<br/>"I think we're travelling on the same boat." She tried to ease the already stressed atmosphere with this phrase but it sounded like a cry for help - perhaps all the three of them were in trouble, concerning what she was about to tell them, whether it was a big big mistake or not...<br/>