Lennier concluded after awhile that the log entries were simply being
repeated over and over, in order to keep up the cover of being a purely
geological survey. He closed it, and turned to see how Pris was doing, and
saw that she had fallen asleep.
He decided to let her rest awhile before waking her, and instead got up to look into the med bay and check on Greer, or whoever she was.
She was starting to stir as he watched, and so he went through the door and waited for her to wake up fully. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked up him.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, quietly.
"Ok, I guess," she looked confused, "what happened?"
"You do not remember?"
She furrowed her brow, as if she was trying to remember, and then her eyes went wide and she sat up quickly.
"Where is it?!" she cried, "That creature!"
Lennier put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"It's dead," he said, calmly, "we killed it."
She was still hyperventaliting, and it took her a few minutes to calm down.
"What was it?" she said finally.
"We haven't been able to find out," he then said slowly, "we are hoping to find out from Doctor Kynes' diary."
She stopped breathing, and looked slowly up at him.
"Yes," he said, "we know you were lying to us."
Anne let out a whimpered sigh as she cast her eyes down, so she couldn't see his.
"Now, perhaps it would be best for you to tell us all that you know."
She looked up at him, and after a few moments nodded, but before she could speak, there was a scream from the next room.
Lennier looked through the glass and saw that Pris had fallen or jumped from her chair, and was now in the corner, curled into a tight ball, sobbing and babbling loudly.
He rushed out of the room and approached her carefully, quietly trying to reach her. She continued to babble, and seemed oblivious to her surroundings. He knelt down next to her and took her into his arms.
She was icy cold to the touch, and shaking badly, but after a few seconds she seemed to warm and calm down. Eventually, she stopped babbling, and just went over to crying as she clung to him.
To hell with dignity, Pris thought, as she became aware of what was going on, at least he was warm. Goddess was he warm.
He decided to let her rest awhile before waking her, and instead got up to look into the med bay and check on Greer, or whoever she was.
She was starting to stir as he watched, and so he went through the door and waited for her to wake up fully. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked up him.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, quietly.
"Ok, I guess," she looked confused, "what happened?"
"You do not remember?"
She furrowed her brow, as if she was trying to remember, and then her eyes went wide and she sat up quickly.
"Where is it?!" she cried, "That creature!"
Lennier put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"It's dead," he said, calmly, "we killed it."
She was still hyperventaliting, and it took her a few minutes to calm down.
"What was it?" she said finally.
"We haven't been able to find out," he then said slowly, "we are hoping to find out from Doctor Kynes' diary."
She stopped breathing, and looked slowly up at him.
"Yes," he said, "we know you were lying to us."
Anne let out a whimpered sigh as she cast her eyes down, so she couldn't see his.
"Now, perhaps it would be best for you to tell us all that you know."
She looked up at him, and after a few moments nodded, but before she could speak, there was a scream from the next room.
Lennier looked through the glass and saw that Pris had fallen or jumped from her chair, and was now in the corner, curled into a tight ball, sobbing and babbling loudly.
He rushed out of the room and approached her carefully, quietly trying to reach her. She continued to babble, and seemed oblivious to her surroundings. He knelt down next to her and took her into his arms.
She was icy cold to the touch, and shaking badly, but after a few seconds she seemed to warm and calm down. Eventually, she stopped babbling, and just went over to crying as she clung to him.
To hell with dignity, Pris thought, as she became aware of what was going on, at least he was warm. Goddess was he warm.