here is chapter three.

she looks at me as if i am crazy, not from this reality? she questions, yes, i say, i'm not from this reality, here i'll show you what i mean. i pick up the book and i m about

to hand it to her whe suddenly an alarm goes off, silencing my voice. she suddenly bolts up and heads for the control console,"damn" what? looks like the engines

are worse than i thought."how much worse? we don't have enough power to land on the planet, not safely anyway. so your saying thats it'll be a bumpy ride? "to put

it mildly. i just want to know if we can "land" without dying. why with out the cloak, they'll be able to spot us easily. i have an idea. what? i'll tell you once we get to

the planet. "no, you'll tell me now." nope i say with a grin. you just have to wait. she glares at me but refuses to make a retort to my comment. i', taking us in. the ship

swerves about, with out enertial dampeners, to soften the flight, things got a little hectic, al of the items that were inside of the ship, were tossed around, aimlessly,

she jamed the controls, so that we would stay on course, took my hand and we made our way to the rear compartment, "this is going to get rough". rough! i yell, so

that she can hear me over the crashing objects, and i suppose that you call this calm! "yes as a matter of fact" she is cut off as a container of somthing hits her in the

head. she collapses, i quickly, drag her into the compartment, and seal the door, as the gravity shifts once again, this time we are being pulled towards the door, and i

realise that we are about to hit the bottom, i hastily, grab her body and hold on tight to her limp form. i close my eyes just as the crash, happens.(insert extreamly

cool kick-ass effect of a ship crash landing on a jungle planet, and staying in one peice, picture it as somthing like when camerons f-302 crashed in antartica+when

mckays jummper crashes into the ocean in "grace under pressure".) i awken to sparks, and smoke in my face, the wraith woman is still in my arms, unconsious, as i

lay her down to asses the current situation, i fearfully notice that i have blood on my hands, and it's not mine. i kneel down and look at the wraith head where she was

struck by the container, she has a somewhat large gash in her head, and is still bleeding, i rush over to my bag and remove the blanket. i tear a strip of cloth from it,

without damaging the total useage of the item. i gentely wrapped up her wound as best i could, and tried to wake her, i didn';t know if she had a concussion or not.

when she doesn't wakeup i fear the worst. i shake her gently and pour a little water on her forehead. still nothing, "i suddenly realise that she might be dead. it's then

that i notice my hands are trembling. " come on kyle you've seen worse, pull yourself together, she'll be fine,i take a deep breath and decide to check her for other

injuries before, wait..i hold my breath and for the first time i notice that there isn't a sound reverberating through the room. "she's not breathing i say" i scramble and

get her into a sitting position and place my head to her chest, good she still has a heart beat, but for how long, i sin't know, my hands start to shake again, and i can

feel my self losing it. "goddammit", i curse to myself as i know that their is only one thing to do, i my the wraith so that she is lying down, i tell myself that this is only to

save her life, i move in and for the first time in my life put my C.P.R. skills to the test i was about to administer mouth to mouth. however when our lips touched, i

quickly noted that for a person who is unconsious she has the my beautiful eyes, i have ever seen. wait, back-up, her eyes are open. oh/i/bi think to

myself, and their i was on an alien planet with a alien woman, are lips pressed together, and her eyes staring into mine with a look that could kill a normal man. " oh,

yeah i'm dead"

so. what do you think, too much, too little, just right? let me know.