About the book: year / We could become the ideal team for discovering new universes. Star cast, three “others”: a handsome Atlantean, a Nabilian telepath and me, a fugitive earthling. Everything could have gone flawlessly. But it didn't work. Atlantis, just like that, will go under water, the local population looks with suspicion, and the fragile peace within the team is collapsing every day. I could try to calm the hot heads of men, but what should I do if the bone of contention seems to be me??