The majority of the space on the Ark, as it was named, auspiciously, wasn't dedicated to it's primary cargo... humans... but instead to the tools they...d need to begin repopulating the species and populating the new planet to which they were traveling. Contained in the cargo holds were two rovers, vehicles designed to allow for quick travel across the terrain, but also with enough horsepower to act as plows, backhoes, and trucks to move heavier items. Also carried were a thousand of different. If I was to have a chance at saving her, though, I had to get it up.I brought my face close to hers, and she backed away, uncertainly. "What are you doing?" She asked in alarm."I'm trying to kiss you," I told her, not wanting to explain the need for it."You humans kiss. We just mate. We do not need to kiss," she replied matter-of-factly."Well I DO!" I said, frustrated. I pulled her to me, and pressed my mouth against her soft thin lips. She didn't fight me this time, and accepted my embrace. I. ONE more thingshe wanted. But she wasn't sure she could handle it... she had beenthrough so much already, maybe she wasn't ready...But then she felt her hand being squeezed, and looked up at Brian'ssmiling face. He was perfect... of course he was. She wished him thatway. She returned his smile and nodded. She could do it. She couldforget about Neil. Brian could support her. She was ready."Okay, Mabrook... for my final wish..."* * * * * * * * * *"G-Get away from me!" Neil demanded, shoving past. "Now," he continued, "do you have such a person in mind?"Oliver took the token and stared at it. He had been so stupid. He was focusing on Laurel -- someone who likely would want nothing to do with him if he got back. He was wallowing on the past, on regret, on nostalgia. Slade was right. He needed to focus on optimism. On reconnecting with the one person who would love him forever unconditionally for the rest of his life. The person who adored him, who loved him, who needed him in her life..