The dreams were coming thick. This time, she was sitting at a table at the edge of a graveyard. Kyra was there, and Riddick, and another woman who seemed achingly familiar. Dark skinned and long haired. On the other side of the table, a battlefield littered with bodies stretched as far as she could see.

The body of a middle aged man lay on the table. The other three were cutting and eating slices of his flesh. Kyra and the other woman vigorously, hungrily, Riddick meditatively.

"You're not eating," Kyra said, smiling.

Jack shook her head. "Not hungry."

"Have something to drink," Kyra offered. "Shirah, pass the decanter." The other woman obliged. Kyra poured something red into a gold goblet, handed it to Jack with a friendly smile.

Jack took a drink, dutifully. Almost choked. "It's blood."

"Yeah. Blood of our enemies." Kyra poured more blood into a wooden cup, drank deep. "Drink up."

"Just became a vegetarian."

Kyra laughed, indulgently. "When we're done. We've got more enemies to eat. You've got to do your share. Gotta do my share too, if one of you guys don't finally bring me back so I can end this."

"I don't have any enemies."

Shirah's voice was sad. "Oh yes you do, child."

"None I'm going to eat."

Kyra speared a piece of the man's flesh on the tip of a knife, thrust it at Jack, still laughing, still loving. "Eat. It will make you strong."

Jack tried to get up, leave the macabre picnic, but her legs weren't working. "No. Knock it off."

"Maybe you'd like someone else better. Be right back." Kyra's legs worked fine. She got up, started searching through the slain.

Riddick had gone to sleep, cushioning his head on his massive arms.

Kyra was back soon. Dumped Dame Vaako's body on the table. "How about this one?" Started sawing away at her.

"Stop it. I know her."

"Yeah, and she knows you. She'd eat you."

"Doesn't make it right."

"Whatever." Kyra and Shirah tore in with gusto. The body disappeared except for the face and hands. "We'll leave those for Riddick when he wakes up. He likes those parts. Want another?"

"Yes, please," Shirah said, happily.

Kyra launched herself back at the battlefield. Came back with a woman. Jack knew her too. Melissa, the young doctor who had patched her up, checked her out, been kind to her.

Alive. Dazed, but conscious.

"Kyra, don't. It's not right."

"So stop me."

Her legs finally responded. She tried to push between Kyra and the woman. Couldn't. Riddick was still dead asleep. Kyra was laughing. Cut a slice from the woman's arm and chewed it tauntingly as the woman cried and begged and Jack tried everything she could think of to stop this, but the thick and sticky, like molasses. For Kyra, the air was just air.

In the end, she climbed on top of the table, shielded the woman with her body. Then someone slid a knife in her side.