The next morning Beka made her way toward the dining area. As she was about to turn

the last corner she heard someone approaching the area from the other direction. Correction, she heard Dylan approaching from the other direction. She was positive that was who it was because he was singing, again.

"We're going to the chapel and we're gonna get maaaarrrried. Going to the chapel of looooovvveee."

'Man, where does he get those songs?' she wondered.

Deciding she wasn't hungry any longer, she turned and practically ran back the way she had come. As she turned the corner to enter the crew corners she ran into something very solid and fell backwards onto the floor.

'Correction,' she thought looking up, 'make that someone.'

Tyr was standing over her looking down at her. For some reason the expression on his face made her very uncomfortable.

Reaching down, Tyr offered her his hand. Pulling her gently to her feet he said, "Are you injured? I am truly sorry; I should have been more careful and not blocked the corridor. Can you forgive me, lovely lady?"

Beka stood there for a moment with her mouth hanging open. Shutting it, she tried once more to make some form of reply. It was impossible though, she simply couldn't think of a thing to say.

"Rebeka, are you all right? I hope I didn't injure you in any way." Tyr said.

"No, I'm fine." She stammered. "What about you? Are YOU all right?"

"Were it not for this annoying itch," he answered, "I would say I had never felt better."

"Rooooooooooommmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" Beka screamed as she began running toward medical.

"Now I wonder what her problem is?" he thought as he continued on his way whistling a merry tune.