Aaron couldn't belive that just 48 hours ago Marta and him were running for their lives. He smiled down at her sleeping face. The moon was casting a hazy glow over it, not enough to wake her but enough so Aaron could see her. He owed everything to her. He smiled as he looked over the horizon they were safe on their island. The dew was starting to fall, Marta shivered in her sleep and snuggled further into Aaron's chest, causing Aaron to instinctively wrap his arm and the blanket they were sharing tighter around her shielding her from the chilly autumn weather. This was their second chance. Now they could start over.