He squeezed me so tight I lost my breath.“Thank you,” he whispered. “By the way, I saw your stepsister—the little blonde? She was at the train...station. She seemed to be doing all right.”“Jason isn’t interested in her, is he?”“No. He’s almost obsessed over finding you—I mean Miranda. I guess that little nudge I gave him got him started thinking of you. The girl—heck, she could be my sister.”“First thing I thought when I saw her was that she looked like Caitlin.”Before Kyle took his break to be. Not you, though. Your character can take whatever gets in her way, and so can you." Um, thanks," Busy said. She looked away, feeling unsure of herself. Marc's hand fell onto her shoulder and she turned back to look into his eyes."Whatever your problem," he told her, "you can handle it. Just think about it, take things as they come, and you will find a way out." Alright," Busy replied. She shrugged and pulled away from him. "If you say so." Hey Busy!" Williamson called out just then. "We need. Our scans showed the vessel's power cells to still be active. Hopefully the computer has retained it's information." She then sat in a chair next to a console at the back of the bridge. The material of the chair cracked dryly under her pressure as Jennifer touched the screen. With a static hiss and a low whir the computer woke up from a several year old sleep mode, and the screen slowly began to glow. Silver peered over Jennifer's shoulder as information began to appear on the screen. It was. I Shot up listening more intently I heard three bangs on something closer and my idiot brother yell " I'll get it!" I heard slight mumbles from down stairs then the creek of the stairs. As they got closer and judging my the sound of the creeks it wasn't my mom,my dad, my brother, it was her. I stood frozen staring at the door of my room in fright. Part of me wanted to know what she would do? What if she was mad? She knocked on my door. "Come in!" The door opened slowly as she poked her head.