Michael's POV
As we came up to the Pod chamber, I started to wonder what the hell I was doing. This girl, Liz, could be a potential enemy. But, as I watch her nervously fidget in her seat, I can't help but think she couldn't hurt a fly. However, appearances can be deceiving.
"Well, this is it; this is where I was born." "Don't look like much tuh me, no offense." "None taken. Can we go now?" "Nah, I wanna see the inside." Against my better judgment, I took her inside. She looked around the cave-like chamber with a sense of awe. Again I was struck by how harmless she seemed. She looked around, taking in every inch of the site before her. She touched everything, as if she was really feeling it. All of the sudden she knelt down y one of the pods, and started staring at it. *What is she doing?* for no reason she started to crawl through the rather large opening in the surface. I blinked once, and she disappeared. *Shit!* "Wait Liz, come back!" But it was too late, she already saw it. I went in after her. She was staring at the granolith as if it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever seen, and it might have been. She reached out towards it, almost making contact. Her hands, fingers, and breath hovering over the cool metal. I held my breath, waiting for the fit to hit the shan. But it never did. After a few minutes of scrutiny on her part, she simply turned around and exited the granolith chamber. Whether it was because she got bored, or because she suddenly remembered I was there I couldn't be sure. I followed her out of the cave, and found her waiting for me. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "Thanx Michael." "For what?" "Fer trustin' me." And that was it. She didn't want to talk about it, or ask me questions. We just left, except for the sound of Liz yawning every so often. She certainly kept me guessing. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
As we came up to the Pod chamber, I started to wonder what the hell I was doing. This girl, Liz, could be a potential enemy. But, as I watch her nervously fidget in her seat, I can't help but think she couldn't hurt a fly. However, appearances can be deceiving.
"Well, this is it; this is where I was born." "Don't look like much tuh me, no offense." "None taken. Can we go now?" "Nah, I wanna see the inside." Against my better judgment, I took her inside. She looked around the cave-like chamber with a sense of awe. Again I was struck by how harmless she seemed. She looked around, taking in every inch of the site before her. She touched everything, as if she was really feeling it. All of the sudden she knelt down y one of the pods, and started staring at it. *What is she doing?* for no reason she started to crawl through the rather large opening in the surface. I blinked once, and she disappeared. *Shit!* "Wait Liz, come back!" But it was too late, she already saw it. I went in after her. She was staring at the granolith as if it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever seen, and it might have been. She reached out towards it, almost making contact. Her hands, fingers, and breath hovering over the cool metal. I held my breath, waiting for the fit to hit the shan. But it never did. After a few minutes of scrutiny on her part, she simply turned around and exited the granolith chamber. Whether it was because she got bored, or because she suddenly remembered I was there I couldn't be sure. I followed her out of the cave, and found her waiting for me. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "Thanx Michael." "For what?" "Fer trustin' me." And that was it. She didn't want to talk about it, or ask me questions. We just left, except for the sound of Liz yawning every so often. She certainly kept me guessing. And I wouldn't have it any other way.