This is a story that takes place about a year after the treasure planet trip. I do not own any of the characters except the ones I make up. Enjoy my long ramblings.

Amelia Doppler yawned and rolled over. The moon shaped spaceport was out in the faintly starlit sky and insects were chirping just outside the Doppler mansion. Delbert, Amelia's husband, snored loudly, drool running in a stream down his cheek to converge with the lake he was slowly drowning in. Opening her large green eyes, Amelia sat up.

The curtains rustled from the slight wind that drifted through the open shutters of the balcony. But even their brief rustle did not disturb the still silence of the early morning. The captain pulled the covers off of her and grabbed her bathrobe that was hanging on a stand beside the large bed.

Wrapping it around her perfectly shaped body, Captain Amelia Doppler walked over to the balcony. She leaned against the balcony railing and gazed with her cat eyes at the meadow behind the house. Suddenly, just as she had become comfortable at the railing, a loud crash came from the kitchen area.

Dashing out of the balcony and master bedroom, Amelia sprang down the stair nimbly. She reached the kitchen door within moments after leaving the bedroom balcony and cautiously looked in.

Nothing looked disturbed in the kitchen, so Amelia entered and looked around. A large pot was lying on the tile floor, undoubtedly the source of the noise. Thinking that Delbert had put the pot in a precarious position, she sighed and walked over to pick it up. A small sound from behind her made her freeze and then turn around. There was nothing there, but the door was wide open. She had left it half closed.

"Delbert?" she asked warily holding her robe closer around her body. "Darling, are you there?" There was no answer. A cold wind blew through the kitchen and for the first time, Amelia noticed that the large kitchen window was open. She had locked that window only hours before heading to bed.

Her heart began to beat faster as she slowly walked toward the gaping window. Amelia looked over at the windows lock and found it broken; torn from the window frame by a strong hand. The sound of the door closing behind her, sent shivers up her spine. She quickly spun around and gasped.

Standing mere paces from her was a masked man dressed in black; his hand grasping a long sharp knife.

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