Hours later a different servant came to the room. "Mistress Randon, are you and the others ready?" "Ready as we'll ever be." She responded. She picked up Dameon with one arm and a pillow case in the other. The four of them followed the servant out of the complex, and to the docking bay.

DT was there and when he saw them approaching he smirked. "Aw, my dear sweet beautiful girl." He reached out and took her arm, drawing her to him. Randon tried to appear bored, when really she was annoyed.

"Who ish you?" Dameon asked staring at DT curiously. "Me? I'm your father, Dameon." DT gave Randon a wicked smile, one that Randon would love to just smack off his arrogant face. She didn't give him the pleasure of seeing her daunted.

It was deal she had made with him. In order for to keep her son…let him live, she had to disown his father completely and forget about him, never to mention his name, directed at the once servant, again. She also had to publicly announce to the whole complex that her child was DT's. She had agreed, and didn't really regret a thing, except for having everyone think that monster had taken advantage of her once again.

"Oh." Dameon promptly lost interest in the man, and played with his mother's hair.

"DT, what is the meaning of this trip?" She demanded wrenching her arm away from his grasp. "We are going to my least favorite person in the galaxy of course. I haven't had the displeasure of seeing him in quiet some time. I was also sure you would want to chat with those who left you here."

Randon narrowed her eyes, put out. "Do you have some deal to settle of some sort or something?" "Ah, it's nothing that concerns that beautiful head of yours, my dear sweet beautiful girl." He stole a kiss on her cheek.

Randon jerked back and Dameon made a face. "Ew." DT rolled his eyes at the small boy. "Get in the ship, all four of you." He commanded waving his hand in an authortive way. Randon let Krystal and Fenla go in first and she followed with Dameon on her hip.

When they were settled in a back room in the ship, and they were in open space, Randon's thoughts spun in the direction of Kure. He had been haunting her thought for as long as she could remember, and these eight years were no exception. Now, she would…hopefully, be seeing him in a couple hours. But then, killing that was the though of what DT had going on in his muck of a mind.

Why were they going?

Why!

Dwelling on it made Randon rather nauseas. "What are you up too?" She growled under her breath. "What mommy?" Dameon asked. She patted his head absently. "Nothing Damie, nothing."