She said this guy was in his 50's and had millions and had an ego from hell and she had to leave regardless of the money.I sat there listening to her,...getting more and more upset and protective of her. I asked her if he knew where she was and she as far as she knew he did not, but she always is nervous and looking over her shoulder. Tears are running down her cheeks the whole time she is telling me this story which only made me more upset. I took her face in my hand and turned her to me, and. I bought it." A tug! I know that ship. It doesn't have a big enough life support system for six people to go all the way to Cyrus Three! How do you plan to get there? If you kill them, then that would be murder. Even though they are wanted dead or alive, since right now they are helpless prisoners. It would still be considered murder?" Nope, I am not planning on killing them. However, they'll be much easier to handle if I ship them in cold sleep. And now, that ship has six cold sleep pods.". Nothing.Maybe I'm blind.There was that dazzling yellow light. I thought I was dying.Who am I?Where am I?How did I get here?Blind.And alone.More alone than I've ever been.An intense sense of loss engulfs me. It's very nearly intolerable.Why do I feel like this?Why can't I remember?Why can't I remember?Why can't I remember...*Shadows.Monochrome refracting into a suggestion of colour.A face. Behind it, another.The first is female. Not young. Not quite.The second is male, and strangely. Still breathing heavily from his intense orgasm, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his cheek against hers. "Now it's your turn to claim the bitch," Anthony whispered into Erica's ear, causing her to pull back confused. "I didn't want to ruin all the fun and surprises," he said with a smile, in which Erica saw a level of cruelty she had never seen within him before.Taking his wife's hand Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out.