Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek but do own the characters mentioned in this chapter and the one before.

Samantha Johnson awoke in the dim light of her cell. She rubbed her eyes, and looked over at one of her cell's walls. Great, she thought, I've been here five years, three months, two weeks, and four days. She didn't know what time it was, nor did she know what day of the week it was. She only knew that now she would be about eighteen years old or so.

Sam laughed. She would have been able to vote or drive, if only she were still on Earth. If only...

She wondered if the planet was still intact, or if they blew it up after they took her and Stalker captive.

Hey, Stalker! Stalker! She hissed to the blond teen in the bed next to hers.

Oh, great. Now what? He squinted his ice blue eyes and looked in her direction.

What do you think became of the Earth? Sam asked.

Well... it's our home planet...He said slowly.

Don't be so stupid! I know that! What do you think happened to it? Do you think they blew it up? Sam demanded.

Stalker shrugged.

Well, can't you give me a better answer than that? She asked crossly.



Sam flopped back on her bed, rubbing her forehead with her fingertips. In the five years they had been here, they got to know each other pretty well. Sam knew he wasn't telling her something important - but what?