Suddenly it got very quiet. Riddick then threw open the door and grabbed Jack out. He could tell that she had turned her head back, not that he could do much of anything about it considering that he now had to step over Imam to get out the front door. He picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He had just enough time to bend down and close Imam's eyes before he started running. She was crying as she looked at Imam as they got further and further away from the house. She was singing a song of mourning that Imam had taught her to sing for those who died in the crash. Jack was so in shock that she didn't even realize she was singing or crying. She was singing just loud enough for Riddick to hear. For the first time her voice was the most disturbing thing he had ever heard, threatening to rip his heart out of his very chest.
He took the alleyways and back roads to get to the ship still making it in record time. Jack weighed nothing so he had no problem still holding on to her as he ran the ships diagnostics and went through the start-up procedures. Once he got clearance for take-off he knew that he was going to have to strap her down in the co-pilot chair. He actually didn't want to let go of her and he knew he was going to have a hard time getting her to let go. "Kid we have to take off. I have to strap you in." She didn't loosen her grip. "Jack, let go, just for a little while." She tightened her grip even more, forcing Riddick to literally have to rip her away from him and strap her in. She just stared straight ahead, Riddick figured she still must be in shock. He adjusted his restraints and got the hell out of there.
Once he figured out which direction to flee and set the auto-pilot he scanned the ship for any tracking devices. Seeing that everything was clear, he unhooked his straps and stepped over to Jack. It had been about an hour and she hadn't moved at all except her eyes looked like they were starting too close. He unhooked her and carried her to the back of the ship.
Jack woke up at first not knowing where she was. She was lying down with a blanket over her but it wasn't as comfortable as her own bed. Her own bed, her own house…it all came back to her at once and she wanted to die. She turned over to look at Riddick. His bunk was on the opposite wall. He was on his side with his back to her. She stared at him for a long time, trying to figure out what he must be thinking. She gave up; she could never figure him out. Just then she noticed his shoulder moving ever so slightly. He was crying, and that made her want to die a billion times more.
He never had cried before, not that he could remember anyway. Not even when he was little, but he couldn't help it now. Imam had been his best friend, in fact the first person to ever want to be his friend at all. He was so patient and kind and Riddick could never figure out how one person could care about him and the kid so much. So yes, he was going to cry and he wasn't going to feel bad about it, Imam deserved that much.
Jack wanted to go over to him but was afraid he would be upset that she noticed him. She got up quietly and tip-toed across the space between the beds. She slowly put her hand out and touched his shoulder, "are you okay?" "No, kid. You?" He wasn't mad at her, he was too exhausted and drained to care if she saw him, plus he knew that she would never hold it against him anyway. He felt her leg come up and over his, and then her other one. She laid down between him the wall. He reached up and wiped a tear away from her eye with his thumb. "No," she said between tears. He reached out and pulled her closer letting her bury her head between his head and the pillow. They stayed like that for a while. Once Riddick noticed that Jack had calmed down a little she pulled her head back to look at him. He thought she was going to say something but instead she grabbed his head real quick and kissed him on the mouth. Riddick was able to simultaneously jump backward out of the bed and land on his feet. He grabbed her up by her shoulders with her arms folded up in front of her. She had started to cry again and he couldn't think of anything to say so he just held her again. "I'm sorry Riddick, I shouldn't have done that." "It's okay Jack, I know you're just upset and trying to feel better." "I was trying to make you feel better too but I guess that didn't work." "You just surprised me, that's all." "Riddick, I'm tired." "Okay kid," he said as he picked her up. For a second Jack thought he was going to put her back in her bed. She wouldn't have blamed him considering what she just did but he got back into his bed with her.
She woke up in the middle of the night. She didn't know what had woken her up but now she couldn't go back to sleep. Sometime during the night Riddick had gotten up and closed the door between the beds and the bridge. The only thing she could see was a very faint light coming out from underneath the bathroom door. To make matters worse Riddick had turned over on his other side so that his back was now facing her and he was asleep. She was trying very hard not to panic but the dark was making it difficult. She kept thinking she saw things moving in the corners. "It's okay, Jack. Go back to sleep." She was immediately relived to know he was awake. "I thought you were asleep." "I was but your heart beating faster woke me up." "You are the lightest sleeper I have ever met." "How would you know how other men sleep?" "Okay, you are the lightest sleeper I have ever heard of." "Most people are cowards, they will wait until you are you're most vulnerable to hurt you. I learned to wake up quick in case anyone tried anything." As he finished his sentence he smelled blood, now he was wide wake. Before he could say anything Jack had jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
"Dang it," she thought, "my period isn't supposed to start for another week or so, it must be the stress." She opened up the med cabinet hoping Riddick would have thought ahead enough to store some supplies for her in it. To her relief she found a box toward the back. Riddick had left a little note on it, "you better be glad I like you kid." Riddick had a screwed up sense of humor.
Riddick was still awake when she got back into bed. "Sorry to keep waking you up," she said. She didn't have to tell him why she jumped up; she knew that he already figured it out.