T_q=T_h$, so the neutrino flux $(g_{*n} \, \pi^2 / 120) (T_q^4 -
T_h^4)$, where $g_{*n}$ denotes  the effective number of active
neutrino degrees of freedom,  remains non-zero. But as noted above,
for these very slow deflagrations the distance scales are also small.
However, according to Sec.~\oref{EOS} an extremely large  heat
capacity would increase the distance scale with several  orders of
magnitude. There is also another escape: suppose that the initial
growth  mechanism is a deflagration which is not very slow,  so that
distance scales are large, but that then  the Universe reheats to
$T_c$, where a stage of very slow  growth near thermodynamical
equilibrium follows. Here, neutrino transport may be
effective~\cite{AH}, in addition to turbulence. If this stage lasts
long enough, the baryon number  remaining at the high-density regions
could be enhanced. {}From Figs.~\oref{figC} and~\oref{siglnew} one can
see that this scenario is possible in a very small but non-vanishing
region of the parameter space, near {\em e.g.}~the point $L\approx2T_c^4$,
$\sigma\approx0.3T_c^3$.

Finally, let us note that so far we have only studied  which
hydrodynamical processes are in principle possible, without being able
to fix a definite growth velocity. In Ref.~\cite{IKKL} a model is
presented which tries to fix this velocity, by introducing a
phenomenological dissipative constant $\Gamma$. With a dimensional
estimate $\Gamma\approx1\;T_c^{-1}$, and  the parameters
$L\approx0.1T_c^4$, $\sigma\approx0.1T_c^3$,  the bubbles grow as
deflagrations, with a velocity $v_{\rm defl}=0.1$. The neutrino flux
is vanishingly small, but turbulence might be effective.

\section{Conclusions}
\la{Concl}

Parametrizing the QCD phase transition with the latent heat $L$ and
the surface tension $\sigma$, we have studied bubble  nucleation and
growth. The effects of a more general parametrization have been
estimated. We have investigated the possibility that the
inhomogeneities generated at the QCD phase transition  significantly
affect nucleosynthesis.

We find that parameter values in the range of, {\em e.g.}, $\sigma \approx
0.01$--$ 0.1T_c^3$, $L \approx 0.01$--$0.1T_c^4$,  lead to a
transition with large supercooling, relatively large critical bubbles,
and a distance between bubbles of $l_n \approx 10^{-3}$--$10^{-2}
t_H$.  These bubbles may grow as detonations as well as deflagrations,
and the Universe does not reheat to $T_c$. In spite of the large
distance scale of the inhomogeneity,
phase
we found that for detonations the accumulation of baryon number in the
high density regions is too ineffective to make a noticeable effect on
nucleosynthesis likely. Even in the new region of parameter space
studied, only deflagrations with efficient turbulent baryon number
transport, or maybe with large neutrino flux,  seem able to affect
nucleosynthesis.


\clearpage

We were still waiting for my Dad to get here, and I saw the motorcycles coming but no ambulance. I looked up when Abaddon opened the door and slid into the seat. “What is happening,” I asked.
I looked up as I saw them coming, Gabriel in the lead. They parked their bikes along the road, the others coming to greet them. “Stay here,” he said as he got out.
“We’re moving the vehicles out of sight,” he said. I watched as we moved into the middle of the guys, driving the mile or so down the road to the old Pack House road. The guys rode single file through the trail, we followed until we got to the first area where the trees stopped and we could turn around. All of the bikes were parked facing the road again, and the guys started to strip and put their clothes in their saddlebags. Figuring we were going for a run, I took the locket and necklace I’d found and put it deep in my pocket.
“We’re going for a run?” I opened the back door, tossing my shoes in before taking off my shirts. Gabriel and all the others were looking away from me as I stripped.
I tossed the rest of my clothes in the back and closed the door, quickly shifting into my white wolf with grey paws. I moved over to Gabriel, rubbing my face against his shoulder as the men gathered around him. He let out a powerful howl before he ran for the trail; as the lone female, and since I was not his mate, I ran in the center behind him and his leadership. About half of us were running in the group, the others were maintaining position up to five miles away. We kept up with each other’s positions as we ran.
“Your mate. His name is Adam, Adam Johnson. He’s from the Pack as well.” I thought back to the records I had found in Jessica’s stuff, there wasn’t much in the way of photos of others. We trotted into the area, each sniffing the ruins.
“My family’s house was over here,” I said as I sniffed around the edge of what had been their house.
I kept sniffing, hearing the others move down in to the ruins and checking them out for themselves. We got closer to the edge of the clearing when I caught a good sniff of the most wonderful scent, I froze, letting it wash over me. “Mate,” my wolf said to me. I could feel my body respond, I wanted him, I needed him. I followed the trail for a while before Gabriel cut me off.
“Not yet, we need to stay away from his house until he and his wolf are ready to see you,” he said. “This way.” He and the others moved west, and soon I heard the sound of running water. It was a hot day, and when we found the wide, deep area of the spring-fed creek, we all ran into it. My wolf was giddy as she splashed around in the cool water, rolling on her back and wiggling down into the sand and rock. We stayed in there until we were shivering, then we shook off and ran for the top of the ridge. There, we found some flat rocks to lay on while we dried out and watched the sun as it went towards the horizon. I didn’t get up until Gabriel came and nudged me.
“Scouts found a moose, five miles west, we’re going hunting,” he told us. The men were up instantly, and I was beyond excited. Hunts were a rare thing for me, since my movements in wolf form were so restricted. I’d helped on a deer hunt once, and chased down a few rabbits, but this was exciting. My wolf was almost quivering with the need to prove herself as we headed off in a long line.
We stopped at the top of the rise, looking down at the swampy area off the small lake. The wind was in our faces, perfect for our hunt. ”We’re going to wait until the sun dips down,” Gabriel said. “That will help hide our approach over this open ground.” He divided the group into four; two groups would focus on preventing the moose from escaping, just harassing it back towards the others. One group headed by Gabriel would attack from the front, while the other led by Michael would circle around behind the bull moose, attacking the flanks and legs. Cooperation was a must, as a two-thousand-pound bull was dangerous prey. The antlers, over six feet across, could tear you in half, and those big hooves could crush your skull.
Haniel, one of the younger members at thirty, was assigned to be my bodyguard. “Don’t let her approach until I tell you it’s all right,” he instructed him. We were assigned to one of the two herding groups.
When the sun finally dipped just below the horizon, it was time. The moose was slowly working his way towards solid ground, moving from out right to left. Michael’s group took off first, they followed the curve of the lake, pushing through the swamp and above-ground areas. When they were within fifty yards, they crouched down, noses still in the wind. The two herding groups went next, our group going well left, circling around until we were between the moose and the deep woods. We would circle to the back side on the attack, cutting off his escape, while the other group would cover back towards where we came. When we were in position, Gabriel’s group moved quickly and silently down the slope, trying to get as close as possible before being spotted.
“GO,” he sent as his group broke into a run. The bull spotted them just before Gabriel leaped, snorting in alarm and turning quickly towards them. Gabriel got underneath his muzzle, his teeth tearing into the soft throat before he le