.we're not going anywhere! We've got no engines!" She shouts."We're going somewhere." Jack calls back. "We're going down!"On the blurry viewscreen the...glowing crescent arc of a planet looms into view. William squints his eyes and looks hard. Atmosphere? Hard to tell. He couldn't tell a thing about it, they were going in blind.William grips the railing in front of him and scans around the carnage of the bridge and the scared faces of his family. He desperately thinks of what could be done. The. She gasps, choking on a moan, and she's crying your name before she's even awake enough to know her own, and you know...this was the right choice. You can tell when she's with you by the way she cries out – your name sharpening on her tongue and the whimpering choking off – bitten back because she knows just how much you like those sweet crying sounds. She has little control here – she gave that to you and it's non-negotiable – but what she does have she wields like a master. She knows her. My thoughts were always overwhelmed though by the memory of that day in November when I went into her room, and she lay on the bed naked.During that wintertime, Saturdays, when I was at the St. Bart’s Convent everything, was the same ... except for how much more friendly all the sisters were toward me ... not counting Sister Agnes. She had been distant when I first started working there but after that Saturday in November, she seemed even more severe toward me.The other sisters: Kathleen, Anne,. ”I walked over to the second agent, noticed he was fucking with some wires, took a close look at it and ordered, “Sir, I would stop messing with that! Unless I’m mistaken, you’ve found a live suicide vest.”He slowly released the bundle of wires and carefully walked backwards. When he had retreated to what he felt was a safe distance from the suicide vest he thanked me, “Sgt., thanks for keeping me from blowing myself up.”The main agent came over and added, “Yes, thank you Sgt. for keeping all.