I felt strangely groggy, asking whose hands were on my back…I noticed my arms were stretched above my head, firmly bound to some kind of bedposts, p...rhaps.Pinned down onto my stomach, I could not even turn my head.I tried to sit up, but a hand on the small of my back kept me down. The deep voice whispered in my ear I should enjoy the moment, because it was only the beginning…I felt hazy and I moaned again, asking where I was.But all I got in response was a soft laugh. I felt him lean over me. We had a talk with Olivia's parents and we all decided that Olivia would adopt Victoria. After all she knew her as her mother. We would tell her the truth some day, that her mother had been killed in an accident and Olivia adopted her.On one Saturday I had to work and left the pickup home for Olivia to use. I had gotten rid of Sheila's car shortly after her death. I drove Olivia's car to work that day so she could use the truck to move a few things. What I didn't realize was I forgot to leave. .. which sort of worked, meaning I slept until five am, then woke with a slight hangover, a nasty metallic taste in my mouth – and dried tears on my cheeks. Friday was more of the same.Saturday, with more hope than expectation, I took the bus out to Fox House, had coffee at Longshaw, hiked down to Padley Gorge, and picnicked in the abandoned millstone quarry. It's a quiet, peaceful, sad little place, grassy now, and I sat there – I suppose the best description was numb – for quite a while.. After all it was your fault we're stuck here!" Never going to let me forget that are you?" the first said.I smiled, yup an old married couple, I just hoped they'd be gone soon. We were going to run out of diners at this rate.Know your enemyI walked through the battle field littered with the broken, shattered bodies of my many fallen comrades. We had come here in force to find out what had befallen the colony we had seeded here thousands of years ago. It hadn't taken all that long to discover.