"I was told that the next planet is about two days away," Riddick told them during take off. "Oh no!" Jack exclaimed suddenly. Imam thought something was wrong with her. "What is wrong child?" "We didn't get the heater fixed." "We didn't have enough creds to get it fixed and I don't want to start messing around with the electrical system, this is the only ship we have for right now." Riddick was angry; he felt like the girl was nagging him or something, not that he usually cared what anyone said about him. The fact that he cared about what she said made him even more pissed off. Fortunately both Imam and Jack noticed the change in mood and stayed quiet. Imam went back to the back of the cabin to resume his prayers. About thirty minutes later Jack finally got up enough nerve to speak again. "I just didn't want you or me to be cold again, that's all". "Were you cold last night?" "No." "So don't worry about it."

Since they left the planet Riddick had been trying to get their internal clocks back on track. Cryosleep wrecked havoc on normal sleep patterns so every sixteen hours Riddick made everyone sleep, whether they were tired or not.

Riddick and Jack were in the same position that they had started out with the night before with his hand on her stomach. They soon fell fast asleep but Riddick woke about any hour later. Jack was rocking ever so slightly back and forth and he kept hearing her whimper which each breath she was exhaling. "What's wrong kid?" She was in pain but she was trying super hard to not wake him. "I'm fine, sorry for waking you," she said quickly hoping that he would go back to sleep. "I asked you what was wrong and I expect an answer," he demanded. He was tired of her being so cagey all the time, if he didn't want to know he wouldn't have asked in the first place.

She started crying of course. "What is wrong with this kid, I have never seen someone cry so much before." Just then he noticed her stomach muscles tightening up and she was bringing her knees up toward her chest and she was breathing unevenly. Riddick didn't know much about how women worked but he did have enough knowledge to know two things. They had periods and some had cramps too. "Kid, why didn't you ask me to get you more medicine while I was out?" "I had taken the last of it from the med kit and I was feeling pretty good for awhile so I forgot to ask you, I figured they were over." Riddick reach back behind him to grab the med kit that was in the corner. He pulled the vial of sedative they had used on him earlier and a syringe. As he was filling the syringe Jack turned around to see what he was doing…and immediately freaked out.

"I don't want that, it's addictive." "I'm not even giving you enough to knock you out just enough to relax your muscles, plus it didn't seem to bother you when you were shooting me up with it." "Please don't give that to me, I'll be good, I'll let you sleep," she begged him. He had had enough of this craziness. He grabbed her arm and pinned it to the floor, "look kid, I'm going to give you this to relax you so you can sleep because if you can sleep it means that I can sleep. I am not going to do anything to hurt you." With that he stuck the needle into her vain. The only thing that kept her from screaming was that she was afraid Imam would wake up and try to protect her and get himself killed.

"Now that wasn't so bad now was it kid?" Riddick thought she was just afraid of needles and trying to get out of taking the shot. "I hate you," was her response. She then turned around and started to cry again. "Kid start talking, what the hell is wrong with you?" "I just don't want to turn out like my Mom, that's all." "You're not going to turn out like your Mom." "How do you know?" "Because I won't let you."