Burl was running flat-out for the spaceport. When he arrived, he slowed enough to keep from startling the guard. "I ne-need to speak wi-with Kay MacDonal'," he gasped as he tried to catch his breath. "Th-the one with the Darkovan brother. A Ter-terranan juvenile is involved, and it's urgent I sp-speak with her."
The guard frowned, but there had been more than enough Darkovans asking for that particular Kay MacDonald for him to be confused as to which one. He sighed, and phoned Kay's numbers, putting an urgent request on the call so that it would ring her quarters, her work-place, and her com-link. "What seems to be the problem? Is the girl hurt? I take it you mean the girl she sponsored, right? Do I need to send M...guards?"
Burl nodded, then shook his head. "No, I mean, she's okay, but there's a misunderstanding, and her brother thinks it best if Mestru MacDonald were there, before the man...." Burl let the air in his lungs escape with a 'woof' and took a deep breath. "Maybe I should just explain to Mestra MacDonald," he finished.