Daniel watched helplessly as the person was hurtled through the air. They crashed against the wall. "Make them stop," they begged. "Please, stop."

"You can thank him for this. Tell him to get the formula written quicker. It has been four days, and he still has only a page written. Or maybe you would prefer to explain why it has taken so much time?" the soldier asked.

"I'm having trouble remembering the exact notations," Daniel said weakly. The blood was starting to make him feel dizzy.

"He wants more than half done by tomorrow," the soldier said, referring to the one Daniel had made his agreement with.

"Uh, it will be." Daniel assured him. "I'm going." he practically ran to the pen and paper in order to satisfy the soldier, who left. Daniel looked over at the person, laying on the ground, gasping for breath, blood everywhere.

"I was on the run for a long time. There was a large price over my head. Every bounty hunter in the universe was searching for me. Somehow I managed to escape being caught. But I found this one man. I needed his help to find the..." Vala was cut off.

"What? I thought you said you were going to tell the truth."

Vala looked at Scott, desperation on her face. "I am telling the truth," she told him.

"No. Come on, how stupid do you think I am? That I would believe another crazy story of yours," Scott stood up and walked away angrily.

"You've got to believe me!" Vala called after him hopelessly. "I am telling the truth!" But he wasn't listening. He was gone. Vala couldn't help it. She burst into tears. Why would no one believe her? She got up and ran back to her house where she locked her door and fell onto the bed. She cried herself to sleep.

"No, no peace make them stop! Please stop!" she begged, feeling herself go reeling through the air once more. She wondered why Daniel didn't help her. He only sat down to write out the formula. She felt desperately alone. He had not made any sort of contact with her since they had been brought here. He had not spoken to her, he had not so much as offered to help her up. This couldn't be real. But it was. It was horribly real- like one of the horror movies that she had watched with Mitchell.

It was a long time before she could move herself. The bleeding had once again stopped, though her head was cut in several places. She was amazed that she had not died already. She walked to Daniel, seated at a wooden desk, writing furiously. "Daniel, say something," she said. He made no response. "Can you not see me? Can you not hear me?" she asked him frantically. Every bone in her body hurt. She felt faint from hunger, plus the stench of blood wasn't exactly like sweet roses.

Desperation took over the side of her that always remained calm. She wanted out of here, and now! She wanted to go home. "Why can't you listen to me!" she screeched. She wanted to fling herself at him, to beg him upon her bended knees. But she couldn't let herself do that. She vaguely wondered why she was so hysterical. "Nooo," she cried once more before disappearing into a dark corner.

Vala woke up. Instead of the usual feelings of pain, and fear, she felt calm. She felt peaceful, and very, very happy.

I really hope that Vala wasn't too out of character. I wanted to make this dramatic, after all it is a drama story. But, please, tell me what you think.