Johns was pissed.

He and the others had just come back from the storage unit to find Riddick gone. I figured no one would ask me seeing as I was on the other side of the ship starring off at the strange spire structures. However, as luck would have it, Johns marched right up to me when everyone had left and slammed me down onto the metal floor, his hand firmly pressed to my neck. "Where the hell is Riddick?" he barked.

I stared at him for a moment blankly, "How the hell should I know?"

The blonde man growled and slammed my already aching head into the metal below me. "Don't…FUCKING…play games with me, girl! You were the only one here." he growled lowly, his face inches from mine.

"What? The big bad merc, scared I let his payday go?" I scoffed lightly, enjoying the fact that his whole body froze at my words. "Yes, Johns, I know you're a merc. When you've had a run in with one, you tend not to forget what it's like."

His hand tightened around my neck. I'd have bruising that much was for sure. I bruise easily, what can I say? "That doesn't answer my question." he breathed.

Grunting slightly, I managed, "I didn't help him. He was already loose." It was the truth without some minor details.

Johns realized this, the truth part that is, and released my neck. He stared at me for a moment before standing up. He offered me a hand, which I took hesitantly. Better not to anger him further. He didn't release me though. Instead, when he jerked me to my feet, he took my arm captive and twisted it behind my back. So much for having one good arm. "You shouldn't get me so angry with you, Hailey." he cooed in my ear, his hot breath brushing over my skin. His free hand grabbed my one of my boobs and gripped it painfully, "It makes me horny and we all know where that leads, right?" he chuckled as he ran his hand down my front and between my legs, his fingers pushing harshly against my jean covered warmth. I gave a gasp and tried to jerk away from him, but he only pulled my arm higher up my back, effectively stopping me. "Fighting it only makes it worse." he hissed and bucked his hips against my lower back.

"Let her go!" We jerked our heads over towards the right, finding Jack standing there with a horrified look on his face.

Johns chuckled again, but let me go, "Until next time."

I was never so thankful to see the kid in my life. As soon as Johns was a couple feet away from me, Jack ran forward and hugged me around my waist. "Are you okay, Hailey? I was worried about you! I saw that Johns and you hadn't come outside and just knew something awful was happening!"

I blinked a couple of times and stared at Jack. This was no boy. I knew it. Smiling, I sat back down on the overturned cargo unit, patting the space beside me. Jack immediately took it. "You're not a boy are you?" Straight to the point.

Jack froze, staring at me wide-eyed. "How'd you know? You're not going to tell the others, right?"

"Call it a girl's intuition and no, it's none of their business until you decide it is. Your secret is safe with me." Jack smiled brightly again and hugged me.

"Thank you!"

Everyone headed back to the storage unit and into Paris's section. The man came back out with a shit ton of weapons! Ancient weapons I might add! I was rather excited when I saw them that I stared to poke around myself.

"And what the hell are these?" Carolyn Fry, the pilot I had comforted, asked. I could only guess which one she was referring to.

"Maratha war picks from northern India. Very rare." Paris replied.

"And this?" Zeke butted in.

"That's a hunting blow-dart pipe from northern Papua New Guinea. That's very, very rare since the tribe is now extinct." Paris replied.

"'Cause they couldn't hunt shit with these things, would be my guess." Zeke commented. I had to chuckle at that. I liked Zeke. He was a good guy, with a very witty tongue.

"Well, look, what's the point anyway?" Paris started, sounding a little exasperated, "I mean if the man is gone, he's gone. Why should he bother us?"

"Maybe to take what you've got. Maybe to work your nerves. Or maybe just to come back and skull-fuck you in your sleep." Johns replied dryly, holstering the last of his guns and turning around to face the antique dealer.

I turned my head to give him a dirty look, which he didn't notice. Shazza looked disgusted, "Sounds like a charmer." she muttered in her deep drawl. I shook my head. People will believe anything a cop says and they typically can't tell the difference between a fake and a real one, 'cause they're just that trusting. 'That's what's truly disgusting.' I noticed Jack pick up a large boomerang-looking weapon and walk passed a shocked Paris. Rolling my eyes, which I found myself doing a lot of since our crash landing, I continued to browse around.

"What are you looking for?" I heard Paris ask.

Turning slightly, "Do you have any real weapons?"

He sighed, looking a little put out. "Like what?"

I laughed a bit and patted his arm, "I didn't mean that in a bad way. I merely meant do you have something like a sword or a Katana. You travel a lot, so I figured you might have something of the sort."

Paris immediately brightened. "Actually, while I don't have either of those, what I do have is a Wakizashi. You see its—,"

"The sword of a samurai. Smaller than a katana and meant for indoor fighting." I finished for the older man. "I know. I happen to love history, especially ancient Egypt and Japan."

Paris's eyes seem to sparkle as though he saw me in a new light. "Well, you may have it then! From one history lover to another." I was surprised really. I hadn't expected that from him.

I nodded and smiled, "Thanks! Do you mind if I keep it here, though? Just for the time being? If Doc finds out you gave it to me, he'll freak out. I'd rather him not know until he absolutely needs to, if you know what I mean." Paris nodded in agreement.

"He's a bit of a stick in the mud, isn't he? You don't seem to like the other four very much." he commented.

I scoffed, "Not even a little."

Once outside, Paris and I noticed Zeke and Shazza getting the breathers hooked up and giving them to people. Jack was trying one of them out, she smiled when it worked. I was really amazed that no one else seemed to notice what I did. It didn't really bother me though. I walked over to table and Zeke helped me put mine on and showed me how to work it. "Thanks." I said, offering a smile. He returned it and nodded. Walking away I noticed Johns standing on top of the ship with an ocular glass, probably looking for Riddick.

"Imam, if we're looking for water, we should leave soon, before nightfall, while its cooler." Fry told the holy man. He nodded and turned to his youngest student.

"Ali." he said, pulling the child along, going off to find the other two.

Just then Paris came trotting over, slightly out of breath. "Excuse me. I think you should see this."

He was talking about the suns, of course. The two orange-red suns were nearly set, while the blue sun I had seen earlier had already made its way pretty nicely into the sky, overcastting everything in its shadow with a blue hue. "Three suns?" Jack asked, clearly astounded.

Everyone looked back at the two setting and the whole group sighed, so it seemed to me a least. "Bloody hell." Shazza breathed heavily.

"So much for your nightfall." Zeke shot down, glancing at Fry.

"So much for my cocktail hour." Paris muttered sadly, making me laugh lightly and pat the poor man on the back.

"How am I suppose to get any sleep if there's always a sun up?" whined Tina.

"Yeah, what kind of bullshit is this?" Paul yelled.

"The kind you suck up and deal with." I smirked. "If you want your beauty sleep so damn bad, the storage unit is always open to you."

Both glared at me and stalked off. Micah stepped forward, "You should be nicer to them. You could start over if you did." he suggested, obviously unaffected by my comment earlier. I shook my head and walked away to lean against the ship.

"We take this as a good sign!" Imam cheered, Suleiman nodded and smiling in agreement next to him. "A path, direction from Allah. Blue sun, blue water."

Zeke's expression made me want to chuckle, but I held it back so as to not offend Imam. "Ever wondered why I'm an atheist?" I literally almost choked at that. I believe in G-d but I don't think I'd take it as far as to say I received a sign. Perhaps I lost my faith a long time ago. Maybe right around the same time He lost faith in me.

Johns finally decided to rejoin the group and climbed down from the ships top. Looking in the direction of the rising sun he pointed, "It's a bit of a bad sign. That's Riddick's direction."

Fry sauntered overlooking the opposite direction, "I thought you found his restraints over there, towards sunset."

Johns looked at her like she was stupid and condescendingly commented back, "Right. Which means he went towards sunrise."

I huffed and stood next to her, placing a hand on her elbow softly when she looked down, "Don't let him talk down to you, Carolyn. It's not like you had any way of knowing." I said simply and walked towards Zeke, Shazza, and Johns.

"Zeke. Fully loaded clip. Safety's on. One shot if you spot him, ok?" Johns explained.

Zeke gave him a hesitant look as he took the gun. "Don't tell me you're going, too?"

"Yeah." Johns replied.

"What happens if Mr. Riddick spots us first?" Paris asked as he hurried towards the group.

Johns gave a sadistic smile and chuckled, "There'll be no shots." After that he simply walked away.

I walked up to the group and looked pointedly at Zeke. "Carolyn wanted you to bury her crewmates, right?" he nodded, "Do you want me to help? I'm sure it would go faster if there two people."

Zeke grinned and ruffled my already knotted hair, "Nah, go where you like. I've got the gory stuff, lass."

I turned to Shazza, but she shook her head. "I've got the little one," she said nodding off toward Jack, "You can always stay and keep watch with Paris."

Paris was already up on top of the ship making himself comfortable. "Nah, that okay. Seems like there's only enough room for one watchman."

The scouting group walked to the other side of the ship, where we left the weapons and what not. I reached for a small shiv that sat on the edge of the table. I figured I might as well keep myself safe. 'Could be anything on this planet.' Just as my fingers curled around the hilt a hand grabbed my wrist. "What do you think you're doing, Hailey?"

"Aw, come on, Doc! I have a right to protect myself." I tried to reason with him.

Doc merely shook his head. "You know the deal. No sharp objects."

"I'm not going to off myself." I snarled.

Doc didn't back down. "No, you're not." he simply said and took the shiv away. I couldn't help but glare at his back. I knew he believed me and I knew that he was on my side, but moment like this just made me angry. I have every right to protect myself. Screw the stipulations! We're not even sure where we are!

Johns and the group left not long after my encounter with Doc. Micah decided he wanted to come along, too. Of course, he said so he can help out, but I knew it was just to keep an eye on me—not that I needed one. We walked for quite awhile and frankly I was about to turn around and pop Imam in the mouth. I swear some people and their overpowering religious beliefs. He had been singing whatever the hell it was for a little over an hour and it was driving me crazy! I could tell it was annoying Fry, too, cause she glanced at me with an frustrated look, which I returned. I stopped suddenly, as my heart gave a sudden lurch.

"Hailey?" Fry asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I tried to smile reassuringly, "I'm fine." 'He's here. He's watching us.' I thought.

"Quiet!" barked Johns, startling everyone into silence. "Shh, shh, shh!" A few rocks behind him skittered downhill. Everyone immediately became nervous and anxious all at the same time, looking upwards at hill top. Johns whipped out his gun and took off uphill to check. Imam took his place between Fry and I, the three of us watching the man skillfully race away. Hassan and the other boys started shouting in Arabic, throwing stones uphill behind us.

"Seven stones to keep the devil at bay." Imam informed us.

Fry turned to him, "You're on a trip to New Mecca, right?"

"Once in every lifetime, should there be a great hajj. A great pilgrimage. To get to know Allah better? Yes, but to know yourself, as well."

Fry looked thoughtful and then scoffed lightly "Yeah." There was something behind that small remark. Something I feared had been the same thing she was worried about when I first encountered her.

Imam turned to her, hearing her reply, "We are all on the same hajj now." Fry did nothing but look at him with haunted eyes as he took her war pick from her. The man turned to me. "We must all look deeper within ourselves."

I huffed and shook my head, "Speak for yourself." I walked away, following the same path we had been taking. I could just barely see over the hill top. There were strange shapes that I really couldn't make out properly so far away. I jogged a little to gain some ground. That is until Johns called out for me to wait. "You don't know where you're going." he yelled down to me. I lifted a hand to block the sun so I could see both him and Fry up on the ledge.

"What's over there?" I pointed in the direction of the shapes.

"Trees, I think." he called back. "Just wait right there. Let us catch up." I did as I was told and held my spot until they all got close enough, in my opinion of course. When I reached the tops I gulped loudly. 'These aren't trees, they're bones.'

I heard the kids cheering in the background behind me. They didn't realize it yet. However, once everyone reached the top, there was a deafening silence.

"It's a communal graveyard, perhaps," Imam suggested, "Like the elephants of Earth." Beside him Suleiman said something in Arabic. Imam translated a moment later. "He asks what could have killed so many great things."

Fry looked around, her heart clearly in her stomach, "Is this whole planet dead?"