Apart from applying almost all forces pressing the brim and grabbing the edge of the caravan to prevent falling, Fiona was tightly holding a man's boot which was wore merely a few seconds ago. After the caravan resuming to its standard speed, she slowly approached Sasha who was controlling the wheel. There was a half hour of silence before she started to speak.

"What are you going to do with that?" Clearly, this was not a common question asked right after surviving from moonshots.

"Do with what?"

"That...atrocious skag skin shoe...which is still in your hand." Sasha reluctantly described the boot, distinctly showing displeasure.

"Oh, now that you mention this, I totally forget. Thanks."

"It seems you were. Don't mention it."

Looking at the boot in her left hand, Fiona just realized that she had been holding it for so long without her own awareness. She did not know why, but she thought it was her responsibility to keep this thing safe. After all, it was her who grabbed his foot at the first place, and there weren't any other more practical ideas flowing in her head, such as throwing it away or reusing its material for her future costumes.

"Let's just ... hold it for a while." Without any hesitation, she answered.

"Hold it? Really? Are you thinking of returning it? What if they die? Eh, maybe I should ask, what if HE dies?" Sasha obviously did not approve by asking five questions in succession, which was quite predictable.

After hearing the last couple of words in the last sentence, Fiona's heart immediately got a shock which made her speechless. Unlike electric shocks, this one was less painful. However, the pain seemed to last much longer. Also, there were some mysterious emotions starting to swirl in her head, making her felt like being car sick. She could not accurately put them into words to clearly describe what they really were. However, there was one thing that could absolutely be ensured.

It HURT. Really HURT. HURT like hell.

It was not surprising to witness people dying on Pandora, especially for locals like her. She had been so used to see people dying right in front of her face since she was just one of the stray kids in Hollow Point. She actually felt a bit sad as they probably could not meet Felix again. Even if they could, things just could not be changed to what they were. However, she would obviously be outraged and depressed if Sasha died since they were family, right? Also, they were really on their own now, and the fact that each other had become the only trustworthy person on this planet just made perfect sense.

Anyway, she had to admit glasses face did impress her a little. Even now, she still could not believe how a table jockey who probably did not drive a motorcycle in his entire life could stand on a vehicle, jump to another bigger vehicle, steal a gun near a bandit driver and give him a critical shot. Perhaps he was not weak at all, and he might get six pack abs too. Wait. Something went so wrong here. Let's pass this.

But another guy who looked just like a robotic walking stick? No way. Not even a bit. He was so lame to beg for a deal by crying like a baby. He attempted to work something out by drooling on the floor. He arrogantly spoke out his stupid plan of getting into the Atlas facility. His face was dumb. His mechanical arm was nerdy and silly. His haircut was pompous. He was totally useless, worthless and was a complete moro-

"Fiona? Fiona!" A loud but far voice was heard not before she felt someone shaking her. "Whoa! What's wrong?" Fiona quickly raised her head and found Sasha's face was just not close enough to strike hers, and her shoulders were grabbed by both of her sister's hands.

"That's what I want to ask and you just scared the hell out of me. I had been calling you at least over 10 times." She could tell Sasha was abnormally nervous from her voice.

"Sorry." Fiona softly massaged her right temple with a few fingers to gather her consciousness. Now, she could clearly hear Sasha's voice and sense the caravan stopped, and her heart was not in pain anymore. Instead, she was suffering from a light headache.

"Just worrying. Your face went blank and your eyes just looked like... your soul was out of your body. I never saw you like that before! Are you sick or is there anything bothering you?" Perhaps Sasha was paranoid, but Fiona really needed to worry about herself now. She also had no idea what was wrong with her.

Her heart was in pain when she started thinking about HIM. What's worse was that the more she thought about HIM, the more pain she had to bear, and she went lost at last. She was not sure if it was HIM who made her black out as she did not have this kind of bizarre feelings towards someone in her life before. It was illogical to be worried about someone THAT MUCH who had met for only a day. Telling Sasha her "symptoms" now was arbitrary and would probably worsen her anxiousness. Apart from this, it was too dangerous for the Hyperion boys to survive in the desert. What she had to do now was to make up something and solve the most urgent problem first.

"I am just SO worrying about the vault. Remember? The Gortys core consists of two halves and only I and he can touch them without getting shocked. Therefore, we will possibly fail to get into a vault if they are screwed. He is probably still carrying his piece at present. What we have to do now is to get this van fixed and go rescuing them as soon as possible." Fortunately, this was not a complete lie and Fiona did not need to feel guilty of lying to her only sister.

"Fair enough. I am so glad that your head is still clear." Sasha finally released her, and luckily did not follow up the previous questions regarding to HIM.

"Oh, one last thing." She added with a sweet smile before turning around, "it seems you really care about that shoe. Your hand did not even loosen a bit when you were fainted. Go on, keep it safe just like protecting your prince charming. I will not talk with you about this thing anymore."

"You better shut up." Fiona tried to smile more brightly than usual to conceal her embarrassment of holding a shoe all the time. Despite Sasha's sarcastic words, she had to face the fact that she was the peculiar one here.

They got off their van and headed for Scooter's garage.

Indeed, Fiona brought the boot with her. She looked at it again. This time, an image of HIM smiling like an idiot appeared in her brain. She shook her head hard to get rid of it.

'Not now.' She thought to herself.

Not only she did not let go of his boot in her hand, but she also gripped it harder in order to confirm his existence.

'Please be fine. Please be alright. You HAVE TO BE alright.'