Jack wandered through the main market street of New Mecca.

It was a fascinating mix of different cultures, some new and some plain weird. Many travellers passed through on their religious pilgrimages to the west. It wasn't unusual to see people veiled from head to toe.

With a sigh she dropped herself into a comfy chair outside her favourite cafe. Knowing the other candidates would be out soon, she ordered a cool drink and settled down to watch the world roll by.

It wasn't just a pleasant past time; a lot could be learnt from watching people. Everything from how they moved to their accent, even their state of mind (happy, depressed, anxious...). It was a skill she'd learnt from Riddick before he'd abandoned her.

At his name a swirl of emotion hit her, anger and sadness in equal measure.

Suddenly a flicker of motion caught her eye. Heavily cloaked in black, it did little to disguise the man's muscular stature and prowling walk.

She stiffened, sitting bolt upright, the drink all but forgotten in her hand.

"Ridd..." the word started from her lips only to be snatched back as the man's hood fell back.

No, not him.

She cursed herself for her stupidity, thinking angrily to herself, why would he return after all this time? He'd made it crystal clear before he didn't want her.

After he'd upped and left she'd spent a lot of time wondering what life would have been like if he'd let her stay with him.

A lot different, she thought dryly. Maybe I would have gotten over my fear of the dark and filled this void of emptiness inside of me.

Wrapping her arms about herself, Jack sat back, remembering happier times when she'd felt wanted and needed.

Those had been lost when he'd left her.