Horrified, Helen remembered that the outer door of the hold was not shut, so that as the space ship left the atmosphere the stowaway would have no air...to breathe. Evidently, no other security was necessary to prevent escapes, as stowing away was just a quick and certain, if elaborate, way of committing suicide, and this option was left open by the authorities on Csadia for anyone who wanted to take it.Two porterbots now came out of the terminal building and started the task of moving the cages. He could not look away. It was like he was entranced by those eyes."Well, Mr. Timothy Wilson, it is nice to meet you. My name is Vanessa. I don't get many visitors here my home... what is your business here, handsome?" she said. Her words and her voice were like velvet and he couldn't resist their hypnotic sound. "Your home? I was under the impression no one owned this house... that it was for sale," he said."Oh my no! There must be some mistake. I have been here for over three hundred years. The four men quickly ran up with the last of the wounded and slid his litter on the deck. The crew chief and the nurse locked his litter into the deck slots. The second man was still on the ground with his bearers kneeling, the medic attending had pulled the dead soldier’s poncho over his face and shook his head. ‘This ‘un’s almost gone, ma’am,’ the medic had passed up the nearly empty IV bag to the nurse, ‘dunno if you wanna waste much time on him.’ He sounded calloused and hard, but he was. A table was bolted to the floor on the other side of the room with two office-style chairs pulled up on either side. I curled up in a tight ball on the bunk with my back against the wall.My wolf was raging inside me. There weren't any bars, but she and I both knew a cage when we saw one. There was no clock and they had taken my watch. I had no idea how long I sat huddled there. I was exhausted, but there was no way I could sleep. I had to stay awake and keep the wolf under control.The locks on.