"Samus."

"Samus, wake up."

My eyes slowly creaked open, finding dim lights filling the room. Michael was in front of me, apparently concerned form me.

"What is it?"

"Samus, you fell asleep. Are you still hungry, or should I take you to bed?"

'Hunger or sleep… Hunger or sleep… Why is he asking me questions?'

I began to yawn for a moment, all the while getting my bearings. I stretched lightly, forcing myself to ease my muscles, should I need them soon.

'I remember sitting in the chair in the hall, waiting for dinner… And then I had that really nice dream…'

I breathed in through my nose after yawning, drawing some breath for my body. A fresh aroma seemed to waft into my nose, and the thought of a delicious food came to mind.

"What's that smell?"

"That would be dinner."

Michael stepped out of my vision for a moment, allowing me to see the table that was there earlier. Only, instead of a barren table wit two cups, I see a beautiful linen table cloth, well assorted silver ware, and an assortment of delicious food. Ranging from a salad with dressing to a roast turkey next to some mashed potatoes, all the food looked delicious and extravagant, almost as though a master chef had put their soul into the food.

"Wow…"

"I take it that it looks pretty good?"

"That is an understatement."

"Sorry, it's just that I have never had to cook for someone else before."

"You're kidding, it looks like an amazing chef made this."

"Really?"

Suddenly, the loud speakers inside the ship came on, creating a short static noise. The static soon faded, and Cassandra's voice came to my ears.

"Michael, you have practiced cooking time and again. Stop being so modest, you know it is delicious."

Michael, in response to what Cassandra had said, raised his head up and began to speak to the ceiling. His voice was quite clear, and his tone was calm but stern.

"Cassandra, you know I have never cooked for another person."

"And I understand that you are a bit nervous. But just let Samus tell you whether it is bad or not."

"I think I will."

"I don't think I can eat another bite."

"I could imagine, considering all the food you just ate. You had more then half of everything I made."

"I'm sorry Michael, I just couldn't help myself."

"Don't worry about it. There was more then enough for the both of us."

Samus began to stretch her arms again, just as she did when she woke up earlier. A light yawn escaped her lips as well, though I took little care in it. She was tired, and I was sure she would like to retire to her room.

"Samus, I'm pretty sure you would like to go to bed, right?"

"Yeah," she said, still yawning.

"The extra room is just across from the gym. It's got a bathroom and all the other essentials, so you shouldn't really have a problem for the night."

"Alright," Samus said, followed by yet another yawn. She then stood up, and began to walk to her right, towards the spare room. She made it to the door, which soon whisked open, sensing her presence. Samus then walked into her room, placing her right hand onto the edge of the door. Once inside, she leaned back out once more, looking straight at me.

"Thank you for dinner, Michael."

"You very welcome, Samus. Good night."

"Good night."

Samus then went back into her room, removing her hand from the door as she did so. The door shut, and then silence filled the room once more. Afterwards, I leaned back into my chair, relaxing a little bit.

"She liked my food. Amazing."

"Michael, you have spent fifteen years trying to make your food taste better. I'm sure you've have had more then enough practice for even a great chef to have a bit of trouble against your cooking."

"Stop exaggerating things Cassandra. I am no expert on cooking. And besides, I don't know what everyone else likes to eat anyhow, I've only had to cook for myself."

"Well Samus seemed to enjoy your cooking very much."

"Yes… Well… S-she was probably just really hungry from all that training."

"That could be a possibility. Still, she ate more then you did."

"Yeah, that was surprising. She's slender, but she has the appetite of a pig."

I leaned forward, placing my elbows onto my knees. Looking at the table, I saw the remains of the food I had prepared for Samus and I. Messy plates were strewn all around, along with two moist cups, silver ware, and a bottle of vintage wine from earth.

'Samus insisted on drinking wine… Why?'

"Oh well, I can think about that while I clean all of these plates up."

"I haven't had a shower like that in ages."

I stepped out of the shower stall, and then grabbed the towel that was hanging next to the glass door of the shower. Quickly, I began to dry my body, all the while noticing the steam on the window slowly fade away.

My reflection was easily seen in the mirror, and I began to gaze at myself. As a young woman in her early thirties, I was still beautiful. Beautiful, lightly tanned skin, blue eyes like the sea and golden blonde hair were the features that most men were bound to see. Most men had a tendency to only look at these external features, but they were not what I really cared bout.

'I want a man who would actually care about me.'

I began to doubt myself, looking down at the ground. My vision of the floor was blocked by the two mounds of flesh that protruded from my chest.

'I bet a lot of guys would like to touch these. Men… Most men are pigs. But Michael… He's different. He's kind and gentle. Not like a lot of those other people you see out there.'

I started to notice a chill coming into the room. The steam that had been in the room had finished fading away, and my body began to feel the cool air coming in the room. Quickly, I looked around for my clothing, but I only found the jumpsuit and under garments that I had worn already.

"There is no way I can wear these again. And I don't have anything else to wear."

'I guess that I have to ask Michael if I can borrow some clothes.'

Carefully, I wrapped the moist towel around me, just so that it covered both my breasts and my butt. The towel was big enough to do so, but it felt a bit awkward trying to walk about with the towel on.

Slowly, I left the room, and began to head down to the room I believed to be the kitchen. The door to that room was open, so I stopped there. Then, I leaned on my left leg and peaked into the room. I saw Michael in the room, hand washing a stack of dishes left from dinner. His jacket was lying on top of one of the counter tops, and the long sleeve shirt he wore was rolled up. Michael seemed quite involved with the plates, as her hadn't noticed that I was leaning into the room.

"Um, Michael…"

"Huh," said Michael, who was startled by my voice. "Oh, Samus. What is it?"

"Do you have any clothes that I could borrow?"

"Uh, sure. Just go into my room and check my dresser."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

After this brief conversation, I walked into Michael's room, and then headed over to the dresser he had on the far side of the room. There were five drawers to it, so I started with the one on top.

'Briefs… who would of thought.'

I closed the drawer, and then opened the second one. Socks and several tank tops, most in white, red, or black, filled the drawer, and with little need for socks, I grabbed one of the black tank tops and tossed it onto Michael's bed.

Now that I had the tank top, I needed a pair of pants or something of that nature. I closed the second drawer and opened the third, finding just what I was looking for. There were several pairs of shorts, though quite a few sweat pants were also stacked neatly inside. I grabbed a pair of black sweat pants and tossed it next to the tank top.

"I don't think I'll find anything else that I can wear in here."

I shut the drawer, and then headed over to Michael's bed. Once there, I dropped the towel to the floor, and then put on the tank top, followed by the sweat pants. I tucked the extra material of the tank top into the sweat pants, and then tied the sweat pants at the waist, so as not to fall when I moved about.

"I see you finished changing."

Samus seemed startled by what I had just said. She looked at me with anger in her eyes, so I guessed she had thought I had watched her change.

"Don't worry, I just opened the door. I didn't see anything."

"You should knock next time."

"Have you found everything you needed?"

"Yes, actually I did."

"I'm glad you did."

"Hey Michael, who is this?"

I noticed that Samus had seen the photo that I kept on my nightstand. Though the room was barely lit, there was more then enough light to illuminate the picture. This photo had been taken years ago, when I had a short period of leave during the war. I was spending some time with Emilia Langsted, who was very close to me at the time.

'Emilia…'

Slowly, I closed my eye, giving in to the darkness around me. I began to recall her face, lightly pale, though a hint of red was always on her cheeks. Her eyes were a beautiful emerald, and her long brown hair had always intrigued me. She was not the sexiest woman around me at the time, though I found her to be the most important of them all, or at least to me.

"Uh… Michael…"

"Sorry. I was just thinking for a moment. Her name is Emilia Langsted."

"What was she, your sister?"

"No… More then that."

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry, but I prefer to not talk about this subject. All you need to know is that that picture is the only memento I have of her."

"Wait, are you sayi-"

"I'm sorry, but I must ask that you leave me alone for the night, please."

"Michael, if I offended, then I am-"

"It's alright. I just… need to reflect on my past.