After leaving the ship Riddick promptly disappeared. I still don't know why he left me alone, perhaps he understood my fear of being found and how easy it was for him to turn me in. Playing out my part as a tourist, I entered one of the many shops along the main Market Street. Trying not to look out of place I acted as though I belonged there, as most people would assume I was. Just like smiling, at that thought I grinned and turned to the shelves of tourist crap, hoping I wouldn't have to buy anything to keep up my charade.
Three hours later I saw him, I what I knew was him hidden behind a black robe and cowl looking more suspicious than a Roman Guard in the Amazon. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he faded into the shadows of a nearby alley. Setting down the piece of carved wood I was 'inspecting' I walked over to where I had seen him disappear. Stepping into the shadows I could make out empty boxes and other trash that had been tossed out of sight whistling the old song that had been running through my head, 'Somewhere over the Rainbow' I watched as Riddick stepped out from behind a large bin."You idiot, anyone with half a credit in their brain can tell you are trouble waiting to happen with that stupid cloak. Act like you belong and people assume that you do just like smiling, I have been nosing around here for a few hours waiting for you to show up and not one person looked at me twice because I was acting my part. Now take off that stupid thing and burn it." Taking a deep breath to once again begin trying to make him realize how stupid he was being, I realized he was smiling at me.
"What now Riddick?" I asked him. "Are you my mother? Because you sure seem to act like it." I gaped as he stepped closer and whispered. "I am not as stupid as you think, I have been around longer than you have. By the way I have arranged a meeting for the two of us, with our mutual friend later this evening." I sighed and looked into his strange eyes seeing only my reflection.
"So what are we doing until then?"
"I thought we could go cause some trouble for a few other friends of mine, if you would like to meet them that is." Responded Riddick. Smiling and acting the adventurous youngster.
"Sure, meeting any friends of yours would be fun." As he turned and walked away I came to realize that he had no real friends, no family. Richard B. Riddick was a loner to the bone, and it would take a lot of effort for anyone to get under his skin. People came and went but no one had ever stayed in his life and yet I had resolved myself to try. I didn't realize it then but I was coming to like Riddick in more ways than one...