2. If he likes you, he will smell you, but don't count yourself lucky. He doesn't have the best record in keeping people alive.

The adults had a tendency to see around me, or above me, rather than at me, but not Riddick. He always looked right through me, reflecting my scared, young face in his goggles.

I remember being cold in that long darkness, not seeing my breath turn into vapor in the air while we ran for our lives.

I remember the long wait.

I remember the silence.

I remember the brief look in Riddick's eyes when he came in without Fry.

I still wonder what Fry said to Riddick to get him to help us.

Whatever it was, I'm still jealous.