And, along with my toes, a bright, metallic hot pink. It was the sort of color a high-school girl would wear. ‘Dammit,’ I said, ‘This is too fuc...ing embarrassing.’ ‘I wouldn’t be so sure of that, honey,’ said the tech. ‘You haven’t seen your hair yet.’ Oh, that really didn’t sound good. My jaw tightened. I looked at the tech. ‘Do I want to see it, hair dresser guy?’ ‘My name is Roadkill. And I doubt you want to see it,’ he said cheerfully. He pressed a button. ‘I’m moving the mirror into place. Nadine flinched as the door swung open. "Get back in there and do your duty, Frenchie." His hand gripped her neck as she tried to move past him in the doorway. "And no fuckin' tales about this unless you also want a little session with me!" Guljana lay in a crumpled heap on her mattress. There was blood and semen leaking out of her ravaged cunt. She was shaking violently! As Nadine soothed the shocked girl in her arms, she realized the camera light had just started blinking again. This was all. When I arrived, it was just two days prior to the date of the murders. I spent those two days getting to know the area. I went on walks, and went to the local library.There were horse drawn cabs, and if you had the money (which I did), you could rent a horse. I quickly found the street she lived on, and the house, number 92. I did some recon from that area that lets me get into anywhere, unseen.I had been thinking of the 'almost here' area, which I can use. It is unseen by the rest of my fellow. Then sometimes, and it happened with me, you begin to wish you couldn’t see it. It is the most awesome vista to behold but just reminds you how far away you are. It’s a good job that they do keep you busy here all the time. Well, normally, all the time. Life on the International Space Station is a strange affair. It’s never crowded but always seems cramped. I thank my lucky stars that I am only here for the one stint. I am only an astronaut by name, really just a passenger. Seven years of.