Darkness Falls

Jack heard Johns say, "Here. I'll take that," as she walked away from her finished task. It seemed that the merc was still trying to keep Riddick out of the skiff. There was a plastic sounding slosh. She smirked. Riddick must have just dropped the entire load on Johns, as the other man grunted with effort. Jackie suppressed a giggle at the mental image, snagged her pack, and dodged back out into the bright blue light. She hurried back to the building Riddick indicated. When she reached it she found a pile of assorted tools, files, pliers, and cutters piled in the middle of the darkened room. Among the tools were several different sizes of metal bars, all just over knife length. Jackie cocked her head and set the pack down. What was Riddick up to? He had gathered this stuff together over using the prefab knives in the common room. Maybe he thought they were to flimsy. One of the bars was already roughly shaped into a graceful sweeping design like a flame point.

She settled down near the tools and looked over the other bars. They were of different thickness. Several looked like they'd be comfortable for her to hold but far to narrow for Riddick's big hands. She looked at the shiv Riddick had begun to make. There was no doubt that it was a shiv. The bar was definitely a thicker one. The right size for him to use easily. Riddick quietly slipped inside the room. Lesson two was at hand. He wanted to see how fast Jackie would pick up what he knew was a lifesaving skill, making shivs.

Riddick figured he could make two blades in the time it would take her to make one, so he started with a fresh blank. He guided her through the process of using the cutter to shape the blade and the file to sharpen it. He told her how and why he'd selected these pieces of metal. As the blue sun moved to it's setting point he finished his second shiv and told her to put any tools she was not using into her pack. Riddick then checked her progress and told her when she could shave the hairs from her arm with her blade it was finished. Jackie heard the Muslims returning by their singing. Riddick left. Jackie kept working. Once her personal shiv was carefully tested to Riddick's requirements Jackie gathered up the tools, the remaining blanks, and whatever bits of metal were left over and figured out how to stash the new items in her already full pack. She removed some of the sanitary items and stuffed her cargo pockets with them. That made just enough room. She slipped her new weapon into her boot cautiously to avoid cutting her sock. It felt weird having the cold metal next to her leg. Maybe she could get a scrap of Vectran.

She exited the room and scouted out the settlement, only to have Shazza call her over, "Jack, love, can you hand me that big wrench?" Jackie moved over to the sand-cat and began helping Shazza with the repairs. Riddick was next to the skiff using his newly made shiv to cut sections of Vectran off the bolt for the wings. Imam was doing the actual patching and the two boys were helping. Hassan was up top, Suleiman down below. Each was doing a double job of passing and holding, while one man cut and the other stitched. Neither Johns nor Paris seemed to be working. Jackie looked around for them. Paris emerged from one of the buildings with a small crate of carefully packed items. He walked past the sweating workers into to skiff. Fry's voice indicated that she was getting tired of his attempts to salvage his profits, "What is that? We don't have room for anything extra."

"Food tins, freeze-dried emergency rations, a few bottles of liquor, and some jewelry," Paris said. "The box will fit under the chairs." And likely a few of the smaller statues too, Jackie silently added.

"Okay, Paris…But remember, food and medical supplies only. See what else you can find." Paris exited the skiff with a new mission. He'd pretty much gotten permission to pack his caviar, crackers, toast points, and canned meats along with whatever other food items he could scrounge up from the main kitchen.

Suleiman finally indicated that they had enough Vectran to finish the wings. Riddick picked up the much smaller bolt of cloth and carried it inside so that it was out of the way. Suleiman called up to Imam and Hassan before walking off Paris' direction, perhaps to assist the art dealer with his task. Hassan tugged the last part of the wing material tight and scanned the horizon for any sign of something unusual. 'So far, so good,' thought Jackie as she scanned the horizon too. The twin suns was inching down, and the blue climbing opposite them. Shazza continued to work on the sand-cat like a single-woman pit crew in a fast moving race….

Imam and Hassan finished with the patchwork and clamored to the ground. The holy man looked pleased with the job. He and Hassan stood for a moment congratulating each other before moving into the common room for some well-deserved water. Fry shortly emerged from the skiff. She had finished the electrical conversion. She moved over to check on Shazza's progress with the sand-cat. She had to work through a maze of parts Shazza had removed to clean. Shazza saw Fry coming, "Would you please hand me that part, there?" She pointed, and Fry picked it up with a questioning look. "Yeah," Shazza confirmed.

Fry licked her lips, carried the part over, and handed it to Shazza, "How long?"

"Another couple of hours, maybe."

Johns rounded the corner, "Carolyn, I think I should tell you something." He walked over to the skiff.

Fry looked at Jackie with a quizzical expression before turning to follow Johns back the way she'd come. No sooner had the two of them disappeared inside the skiff did Riddick materialize outside of it. He set down a can and began to slather his head with grease. He took his time. Waiting. Johns emerged from the skiff just as Riddick was beginning the second stroke of his shaving job. With his new shiv. Advertising the fact. Jackie half watched the situation play out as she assisted Shazza put the sand-cat back together. She could tell that Johns was gripped in the first stages of withdrawal. Riddick deliberately scraped the goo off the shiv and said, "Bad sign. Shaking like that in this heat."

"I thought I said no shi--," Johns retched and leaned against the side of the skiff, catching himself with one arm, "shivs."

"This?" Riddick seemed to enjoy mocking Johns; "This is just a personal grooming appliance." He had not even stopped shaving or scraping as he spoke.

Johns caught himself and gave Riddick a cold hard look. He moved off the way he'd originally approached. Riddick finished what he was doing and wiped the film off with a rag before standing up and moving quietly inside the skiff. Jackie heard the skiff's hatch close. 'Fry must be doing that Hull check she was so worried about,' Jackie thought. She wanted to know what was happening inside that skiff, but Shazza kept her busy fetching parts as the sand-cat came back to life.

"You are quite a fast learner, Jack," Shazza commented as the youth noticed that the solar unit still needed to be re-attached.

"So what voltage does this use?" It seemed like a good thing to know, so Jackie asked.

"Says right there, love. See?" The bushwhacker pointed. "And I think you could tighten those connections while you are looking, okay?" Jack gave Shazza a grin and picked up a screwdriver. Shouldn't be hard to make sure that the wires were wrapped around and the connections were screwed down.

Finally the hatch opened with a whir and a hiss. Jackie could hear Riddick saying, "Ever wonder why Johns shakes like that? Ask him. And ask why your crew-pal had to scream so painfully before he died." Riddick then walked out into the daylight, scanning the sky after clearing the Skiff's edge. He saw nothing unusual, yet. He came over to the sand-cat and helped for several hours with putting everything back together, finishing with assisting Shazza replace the toolbox. As he walked away he drew Jackie off with him. Shazza ignored the pair. She wandered into the communal room for some water, joining the pilgrims in the relative coolness inside.

Jackie felt like this was the calm before the storm, and soon, real soon, all hell was apt to break loose. And there was something about Riddick's attitude that told her he sensed it too. It was like he could see the clock ticking but was not going to make a fuss about it. Their path took them past where Johns was camped out. Jackie spotted something interesting, a silver-cased guild linkup. Damn. She'd always wanted to get her hands on one of those. She wondered if Johns would bother to stash it on the skiff or if he was too wrapped up in his morphine haze to care. An idea began to form in her mind. If she could only get the data she needed and her hands on that computer in there….

Quarter day to the blue sundown. Carolyn Fry had sat stunned inside the skiff working over what Riddick had said to her. Thinking about Johns and his ever-present shotgun, blue eyes flashing like a psycho, gun trained on her chest… She watched blankly as Shazza, Riddick and Jack rebuilt the sandcat, working together in perfect harmony until the job was done. But the boy's light, graceful hop to the ground and the man's muscular arm circling around slim shoulders snapped her out of her numbness. There was something about the two of them that struck her as, well… odd. Riddick seemed more relaxed, friendly even, around the boy. And Jack… Well, she didn't quite know what to make of Jack's reaction to the convict. She'd thought there was a touch of hero worship there, but now it looked more like… No, better to not jump to conclusions. So what did she still need to do? Right, the rest of the preflight stuff. Might as well fix the comms. It gave her another excuse to not get her head shot off… But she couldn't shake Riddick's words, no matter how hard she tried… 'Don't truly know what's going to happen when the lights go out, but I do know once the dying starts, this psycho-fuck family of ours in gonna rip itself apart. So you better find out the truth. When it all goes pitch-black you better know exactly who's standing behind you.'

Paris found himself working with one of the pilgrims. Packing as much into tiny boxes as possible, he attempted to slip in what he could. The two of them loaded several crates into the skiff while the docking pilot was working with one of the systems up front. Finally he suggested that they load up some blankets just in case they had to conserve power. Fry sat up and looked at him. He also suggested loading up any extra oxygen tanks. Although the work more or less kept the conversation short eventually Carolyn agreed with him and he set off to gather as many extra items as he could get her to approve of. The search led him to discover that many of the buildings had scattered supplies that would be more than useful. He packed those too.

Riddick drew Jackie back inside one of the rooms where Paris had already searched. He put his hands on her shoulders, his manner careful. "Jack, I don't know what is going to happen when the lights go out…" Truthfully, he didn't know, he couldn't. He desperately wanted her to survive this. He was terrified that she wouldn't. His fear made him repeat himself in a way, saying nearly the same thing he'd said to Fry in the skiff. "Not all of us are going to make it," he whispered as he crouched down to her level.

Calm washed over her. She reached over and put a hand on his freshly shaved head. "No. Not all of us," she knew already. Riddick turned his head to follow her arm, lifting his face and taking in the smell off her wrist. Jackie watched him and blinked. "Riddick, what do you think they target prey by? I mean, they live in the dark right? So it's not sight…"

"Smell."

"Then I should wash. We all should. Will you help me with something?" She moved away from him closing the slats on the window and dropping her pack in the stripped cot. He watched her for a time unmoving, until after the room was dark. He looked at the floor, raised his goggles so he could see and looked back to spot her lifting off her shirts one layer at a time. What was she aiming to do? Her scent became stronger as the layers came off. His nose detected the copperish tinge to it. 'Shit, she's bleeding,' he thought, panic welling up inside him. He'd almost forgotten… there was no denying it though. And the native life clearly knew human blood. Jackie looked back over his shoulder at the large man's face. "Yeah, okay. Not just smell. Blood, right? They went for Zeke because he had blood on him from the close gunshots. All the more reason I need your help, Riddick." He wanted to curl up into a ball and forget the entire situation. He'd never been this close to giving up before. He'd never had her asking him for help before. The beast internally beat Richard up and took over. He gracefully stood up and moved over to her. She was wearing a thin tank top now. He stopped as she peeled the sweat-soaked shirt off to reveal that she was tightly wrapped in compression bandages. She felt his hands helping to get them off. "Thanks." He merely grunted. Clearly her run from Sigma 3 had not been mostly in cryo. He mentally re-figured her age, adding a year.

She wiped herself down with a wet-wipe, and had him wipe down what she couldn't reach. Then she pulled out a fresh roll of compression bandages and had him wrap her tightly back up. He knew this was survival, she had to trust him. He stayed behind her, keeping his eyes fixed on her back, focused on the scars from her being beaten by something harshly enough to break the skin in parallel stripes about a nightstick in width. His hand froze. He lightly touched one of the sets. Another promise broken. Jackie turned her head to look back at his face surprised at the touch and shocked at the anger she saw etched in his face. "Yeah, he beat me pretty bad when he found out my mom was hiding the fact she was preggers to keep him from pimping me out…"

"I'll kill him."

"Not if we don't survive this you won't." That pulled him back to the moment. He began wrapping her chest again. Once that was finished Jackie put a clean undershirt on and replaced her layered tops before moving into the bathroom. She cleaned herself the rest of the way, going so far at to use something to keep the smell from being overly evident to her own nose. The feeling of something inside her made her feel sick. She gulped air to force the nausea back.

"How do you women get those out?"

Jackie jumped, dropping the blood-streaked plastic tube on the floor, "Fuck, Riddick! What are you doing?" He was standing in the doorway watching her. She hadn't heard him walk up. She hadn't heard him open the damn door. Luckily the shirts were long enough that her ass wasn't showing. She tugged the shirt lower. He ignored the fact that her pants were down around her ankle and that she had one foot up on the edge of the toilet. He ignored her question and her embarrassment, walking in the rest of the way to pick up what she dropped.

"Well?"

"There's a god-damn string, okay?" He reached past her to drop the cylinder into the chemicals filling the waste basin. Jackie felt nervous with him so close. Nervous and confused. He made her tingle. "Um, I don't think you should be in here." She felt him close behind her then blinked as he handed her a wet-wipe.

"I can still smell blood on you." His voice was rather business like. Jackie screwed up her face and took the wipe. She waited for a minute for him to back off, and sighed when he didn't. She swallowed and began carefully cleaning, 'Damn him. He's going to stand there and watch me.' Riddick was more interested in what his nose caught than what he could see, though. He handed her fresh wipes until he could no longer smell blood. "Okay, you're clean, Jack." He then started out the door.

"Don't think you are just walking out, buster!" Jackie threw on her pants and caught up with him, "I should clean and reseal those scrapes." He stopped. She was right, he knew she was. He nodded and sat down on the cot next to her pack and calmly stayed still though her ministrations. Actually, it was enjoyable to have her wash his face, head, neck and shoulders. He even let her wash his arms and hands. Jackie studied the faint scar that laced its way up his arm. It was an old wound, and looked like it had been stitched up. She focused on his fingers with the wipe, getting the grease out from under his fingernails. It was not until she began applying the sealing salve again that she spoke, "So how did you get that scar on your arm?"

He studied his arm for a time, almost like he couldn't place it, "Trying to escape from someplace I'd never want you to go." He blinked at her as she raised his head to get to the wound on his temple. He could tell she wasn't satisfied with that answer, and really he kind of wanted to tell her more, "I fell down into a buried part of Butcher Bay, someplace I was trying to get to, because I'd caught a rumor that I could get out that way. I must have caught it during the fall. It's an old wound."

"You escaped from Butcher Bay?" Jackie was awed. No one escaped from there. Or at least no one she'd ever heard of.

"I'm sitting here now, ain't I?"

"Yeah…" She laughed, "I guess you are." She finished up with his various scrapes and put the box of wet-wipes back into her pack along with the salve. Riddick watched her put everything away.

Finally he said, "Come on. It's near sunset, and I want to make sure your pack is stashed on the skiff." He stood and walked her back out into the light where they could watch the comings and goings from the small two-seater. The docking pilot was still inside, working on something. Riddick calmly draped his arm over Jack's shoulder and waited. Fry finally exited. The blonde woman's walk told Jackie that the docking pilot had thought over Riddick's last message and was now on her way to find out the truth. Jackie was surprised that someone who had traveled all over the galaxy could overlook the simple fact that Johns was a hype. It was so obvious. She was reflecting on that fact when her eyes registered a change in the light. The blue sun was setting. The twin suns were about one third of the way across the sky But something was different. 'Clouds?' she thought. 'No, I haven't seen a single cloud here, so what the fuck?' It overwhelmed her as she looked at the sky trying to find the source of the dimming. Something gray shimmered on the horizon….

She dropped her pack and walked out into the openness next to the sand-cat's 'port. Behind her, Riddick picked up the pack and took it inside the escape ship. Jackie managed to call out one name, "Shazza!" Paris and Suleiman walked out carrying two plastic storage boxes of additional supplies. Neither noticed Jackie staring until they were near the skiff. Suleiman handed his box to Riddick, but Paris just stood, watching the bands of gray and orange shimmer climb into the sky….

He dropped his box. The contents spilled out onto the ground. Suleiman called out. "Imam!" Shazza, Imam, and Hassan burst out into the open, and froze….

Riddick continued to work, picking up the contents of Paris' dropped box quickly and taking it aboard. Imam finally told Hassan to get Fry and the order shook Suleiman awake too. They began to call "Captain, Captain!" punctuated with frantic Arabic. Jackie was only dimly aware of everything; the bands were growing, expanding, and becoming arches of huge size thrusting their way across the sky. Fry stormed out of her confrontation with Johns right into the gates of Hell. She just didn't know what she was facing yet.

Shazza was the first to speak, "If we need anything from the crash I suggest we kick on, that sand-cat's solar!" Her words spurred the assembled group to rush for the vehicle.

They threw themselves into the sand-cat. Jackie noticed that Johns and Riddick were both missing. "Where's Riddick?" she asked.

"Leave him. That's what he'd do to us," Paris replied to her. Seconds later Riddick landed solidly behind him in the moving vehicle. "I'd thought we lost you," Paris hastily added.

"Johns!" Shazza called.

'Leave, 'em,' Jackie thought just as Johns ran out of a doorway his gear in hand. It looked like he couldn't possibly make it, but Riddick reached out and hauled him up as the sand-cat passed him. Even in the moment of co-operation the challenge between the two played out in their expressions.

Jackie was focused on Riddick as Shazza guided the sand-cat over the first ridge and into the canyon. She had to focus on him to keep the fear away. The visions from her mediation floated back into her mind's eye. 'In the darkness, hunger waited.' Her pulse boomed in her ears. 'Riddick, just focus on Riddick and you will get through this.' She lowered her yellow goggles just as he casually pointed at something behind her. Instinctively she ducked further down and inside the sand-cat's cage. She was showered with bone chips as Shazza raced them through the bone-yard. If nothing else, Shazza knew how to drive. The vehicle speedily swerved around smaller skeletons and through bigger ones. Shazza never slowed, even when she reached the incline up. Several flares bounced out of the open box as the sand-cat climbed up one side and down the other. They sped through the open space all eyes on the crash ship, each person mentally gauging what needed to be done and how much time they had left. As the vehicle screeched to a stop, Riddick told Jackie, "Stay here." He, Imam, and Johns leapt off the cat and raced for the battery bay.

Paris jumped out too. "Where are you going?" Shazza demanded.

"It'll just take a minute. You won't leave without me, will you?" Paris called to her as he ran for the near cargo hold. Shazza gave him a look of annoyance, shook her head and backed the sand-cat up to the ship. Jackie stared at the arch as it reached for the larger of the twin suns – and a black sliver appeared on the horizon. She had a sinking feeling that it was too late. Imam dropped the first of the four cells into the back of the sand-cat. Riddick brought out the second and the third together. Johns added the last one. But the sand-cat was sputtering in the dim light. Jackie grabbed a rag and cleaned off the solar panel in an act of final desperation. Hell had caught up with them.

"Shit," Shazza mumbled as she tried to turn over the engine.

The desert had taken on a ghastly orange twilight. The illumination flickered as the bands of the eclipsing planet's rings slid over the twin stars. Paris had reached the hold, but stood outside of it, transfixed by the shimmering light and the growing black planet looming into view. Something sounding like a brisk wind forcing its way through dense trees reached the teen's ears. Fry, Johns, and Riddick heard it too. They looked toward the pinnacles, which seemed to be the source of the noise. A black cloud was erupting from the area. Jackie's breath caught in her throat. "How many can there be?" Johns asked.

"Beautiful," Riddick whispered, transfixed. His goggles were up. Beautifully deadly, Riddick reminded himself. But at least at the moment the hatchlings were flowing away from them. His senses picked up that ominous buzz again. Try as he might he was rooted to the spot like a doomed man waiting for the final firing squad.

"Allah--" Imam prayed in fear.

"Um, just a suggestion, people. But perhaps you SHOULD FLEE!" Paris screamed. One of the spirals of wispy death seemed to feel his fear, turning toward them at almost the same instant.

'Run, be like the wind…' The words, spoken by a woman, familiar but not familiar, cut through the fear in Jack's stomach. 'Run, now!' It commanded. Jackie found herself in the middle of a mad sprint, not quite sure how she had reached the ground. Her skin vibrated with a horrid hum that her mind instantly translated into a screaming danger sign. She was aware that Fry, Imam, Hassan, Johns, and Suleiman were pounding the ground around her with their own rush to the cargo hold. Hunger was coming and she could barely breathe.

"Shit!" Shazza screamed as she threw herself out of the sand-cat and into a dash. Riddick finally began to run behind her as another of the waves broke free from the cloud and circled their direction. Jackie reached the doorway, surprised that Paris actually hugged her in gratitude that someone else was safe for the moment, and turned to see Shazza and Riddick pushing up the ridge created by the ship's drag-mark. The rest of the party skidded to a halt in the relative safety of the doorway.

"Get down!" Fry called. Shazza must have heard, because she leaped over the edge and rolled into the middle of the drag scar; Riddick was right behind her, landing less than an arm's length away. Both rolled to a stop just as the first wave passed inches above their heads. Riddick lay still, but Jackie could see all the pressure finally reach breaking point on Shazza. She just finally snapped. Blind panic lead to making one very bad choice. "No, no, no, no," Fry chanted as if it would keep Shazza down.

But it did not. Jackie watched the swarm of what she guessed were hatchlings rise up away from the two forms on the ground as if they had some mass intelligence. It was a trap. It was like they sensed that Shazza was falling apart. They could catch her, if they just gave her enough space to stand up. Jackie could almost feel their evil intent. She shouted a warning to Shazza, "Stay Down!" She looked at the others who were frozen by the sight, "Tell her to stay there," she pleaded with them before turning back to Shazza herself, "Stay down, Shazza! JUST STAY DOWN!" Jackie's movement forward caused Paris to grab her, wrapping an arm across her upper torso to hold her back. Riddick reached out to grab Shazza's foot, to calm her, to bring her back from the brink of her terror and missed it by a few inches. He closed his eyes as his hand brushed her shoe knowing that he was too late in his reaction.

Shazza lurched upright, a mad, wild look in her green eyes. Time paused. Jackie struggled in Paris' terrified grip.

As she watched the black swarm flared out like a cobra hood before twisting into a living tornado. Seconds crept by. The mass descended towards Shazza's back and its front edge gracefully skimmed across it. The bushwhacker arched back. Fry and Jackie both screamed, "NO!" But it was too late. The swarm parted around Shazza's twisting body and closed around her. Time snapped back into its normal pace. Jackie was panting for air. The swarm swooped closer. Paris lifted Jackie off her feet and back into the doorway as the creatures parted briefly, revealing that Shazza was being torn apart even as she struggled to get away. Then they surged past the open door and up over the top spraying them with a fine saline, copperish, mist.

That spurred Paris into action. "I think we should get inside. We can close the doors if we are inside!" Jackie was dragged backwards as she fixed her eyes on Riddick, who was calmly standing and slapping the dirt off of his hands. He walked the rest of the way to the hold, knowing exactly how deadly the situation was now. The second wave of creatures headed off the first wave crashing with it in a mass of blood frenzied feeding. Paris carried Jackie inside, even though she had wanted to wait for Riddick. The convict entered with Fry. The doors boomed shut with a metallic clang. For a moment they huddled together in the dark, their ears filled with the inhuman sounds from outside. Then Paris found his lighter. The single flame was not much, but it did allow them for locate a couple of hand lights and for Johns to turn on the light connected to his shotgun.

Jackie was near Imam. The danger-sensation had not stopped. Her heart was pounding so hard that she was sure everyone could hear it. And she was grieving for Shazza. "She should've stayed down. If only she'd stayed down, she'd be okay. She wouldn't have died," Jackie said somberly.

"Remember the bone-yard? These might be the fuckers that killed off every other living thing on the planet," Johns was doing his best to stay calm, but his way with kids was not very developed. Furthermore, the bushwhacker had made grave errors. Trusting in Riddick for one, so how Johns figured it, her hours had been numbered anyway.

Jackie was less then impressed with Johns' deductive reasoning, "What are we gonna do now?" Suddenly she felt very much like a child. Like the child she'd never been allowed to be. She was scared. All she wanted was to be held. Imam must have sensed it too, as he put a light reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Are these the only lights we have? Is-is this everything?" Paris asked.

"No. There's a cutting torch on the floor here somewhere, I just can't find it," Fry answered Paris.

Through the conversation the holy man's attention had been on Jack and something else… The sounds outside swept past again, like sonar signals. "Quiet, please, everyone," Imam ordered.

"Why do they make that sound?" Jackie leaned against the door. Hassan and Suleiman did too. Imam placed his hand on it.

The predators were looking for a way in, or another meal… That would be too harsh to tell the boy. Instead Imam answered him; "Perhaps it's the way they see. With sound reflect--"

Suddenly something clattered to the ground inside the hold with them. Everyone started back except for Riddick. Fry spoke, "Might be a breach in the hull…." Jackie felt the danger hum increase a notch. She gulped air and glued her eyes onto the one person who still seemed calm and collected. The back of his bald head caught the lights of the group faintly as he stood apart, alone, half in the darkness as if he was tempting fate to swing against him.

"Come on, Johns. You got the big gauge," Riddick had his back to the group and was scanning the gloom.

"I'd rather piss glass. Why don't you fucking check."

Paris snapped, "I'm not staying here anymore!" He went for the door.

"Paris!" Imam and Fry caught him. "You don't know what's out there." The docking pilot shook him.

"Yeah, but I do know what is in here…"