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Yeah, no idea if anyone is still reading so . . . i'll upload this one and if even one person is still reading i'll continue :)

When the meeting broke up, K-mart wandered off towards the deck, wondering if her friend would be there today. She had met the man the other day. He'd been standing at the railing all alone and she had introduced herself to him; she hated to see someone look so lonely when there were so many other people to talk to now. He'd been reserved at first but there were very few people who could resist K-mart's natural friendliness for long. Admittedly he was a bit weird but she didn't try to hold that against him.

She saw him there and decided to give him some company.

'Hey.' He jumped a little but smiled when he saw her.

'Hello again. I must admit I was wondering if you would be joining me today.' He didn't look at her as he spoke; he rarely made eye contact.

'Yeah, I thought I'd come out for some fresh air; the control room gets a bit stuffy with more than two people in it.' she explained.

'Did you just have another meeting?' He was looking sidelong at her but she didn't notice.

'Yeah, we're getting close to landing so we needed to work out some stuff, but it's all pretty vague.' She waved a hand in the air to emphasise her point.

'Do you guys have a set time on when you hold these meetings?' his voice was nonchalant as if just making polite conversation.

'Not really, they're pretty impromptu. Whenever we have a bit of spare time we round everyone up and have a chat.' she breathed in deeply, 'I think I'm going to miss it out here. It's so pretty and calming.' He didn't try to press her on the previous subject. They chatted a bit more, but than she had to leave to do her chores or some of the reading Claire had set for her. She was wondering if she'd be able to get Alice to join her (she always made things more interesting) so she missed the intense stare the man gave her as she turned away.

Alice had a bad feeling. She had been in the room she shared with Claire, catching up on a little sleep when something had woken her. It didn't seem to be anything tangible just the thought that she should be outside, ready for something. What that something was, she didn't know. She slipped quietly out the door and made her way down the hall, trying to follow her instincts. She found her path eventually leading her towards the deck, but before she made it outside K-mart caught her.

'Alice! I've been looking everywhere for you. Will you come sit with me while I read? Claire makes me do it, she says I need to get an education, but I'm like "Claire the world has ended and I doubt it will pull itself together in my lifetime, what do I need to know about history for?" she just says stuff about past mistakes or something. So in conclusion, I must read.' Alice smiled at her; she was amazed at K-mart's apparent ability to not need a single breath whilst talking.

'Sure, can you give me a sec though?' she didn't wait for a reply just hurried out to the deck. She scanned the area but whatever had been giving her the strange feeling was gone now.

She found K-mart again and they both went to her room to 'study'. When Alice walked in she came to a complete stop.

'Whoa.' K-mart looked back at her sheepishly.

The room was covered in pink. It seemed K-mart had scoured the ship for every scrap of material that even vaguely resembled the colour and stuck it in her room.

'I kinda missed out on the whole young girly teenager stage you know, so I'm making up for it. Don't worry I'll probably change it in another day or so.' She picked a book up from a pile beside her bed and shook it in Alice's direction, 'Do you see how thick this is?' she seemed to expect a response so Alice nodded, 'Claire expects me to read it before we land.' She sat on her bed with a frown and glared at the book in her hands, 'You may not have noticed but I'm not a big reader.' Alice smiled, which was her equivalent of a laugh.

'It's not so bad, with a book you can escape into another world, you aren't tied down to this disease ridden husk.' Her words ended bitterly as they so often did these days, but K-mart took no notice.

'It doesn't help when the world you're supposed to be escaping to is about as exciting as watching metal rust.' They argued good naturedly for several minutes until Alice realised what K-mart was doing and promptly ordered her to begin reading.

Claire had been keeping Chris company on watch. They both cherished these moments together as it gave them the chance to become reacquainted and revel in the feeling of having someone they loved survive. She eventually left to grab some lunch but detoured to her room to pick up some charts she had been studying a couple of nights before.

Claire opened the door to her room quietly. She had gotten into that habit after barging in and waking Alice up multiple times when she found her sleeping in there at random hours of the day. Today it wasn't Alice inside but a stranger. He was just standing with his back turned and obviously hadn't heard her come in.

"Can I help you?' He jumped violently and almost fell over the bed. He straightened quickly and pushed his hand through his hair.

'Sorry, I uh didn't see you come in there. Um I was just looking for you to, uh, well that is I was hoping you could tell me when we might be landing, if you have an idea. I'm sorry about this I couldn't find you and I came here and well, yeah . . . sorry.' He was sweating heavily and his eyes looked everywhere except at her face.

'We expect to reach our destination in a week or so.' She answered bluntly.

'Ah, excellent, yes that is good news.' he began edging towards her trying to reach the door, 'Well, again, I'm awfully sorry about this, I'll just be on my way I guess.' She just looked at him coldly and didn't answer. The silence seemed to make his babbling worse until he was almost incoherent. He managed to squeeze passed her and was heading down the hallway when she called out to him.

'Hey, I didn't catch your name there.' He half turned but kept walking.

'It's, uh, Peter.' Then he almost jogged away. Claire watched until he disappeared around a corner then surveyed the room, trying to see if anything looked out of place or was missing.

She walked back to the control room and found Chris in there checking the controls again.

'Where's the log for all the passengers onboard?' she asked. He pointed wordlessly to the shelf above the radar and she saw it sitting there. She turned it on and typed in 'Peter'.

Please let me know if you're still reading, feel like i'm writing for ghosts here. And that image creeped me out a little. Just got a mental picture of a bunch of ghosts all reading over my shoulder as i write, anyway, i shall quit my rambling and say goodbye . . . Bye.

-B