Adelayde woke to hear people screaming and running. She lurched upright, puzzled by finding herself lying on the ground and Riddick being nowhere in sight. She struggled to her feet and limped out into the sun to see what was going on. She smelt blood, fresh blood, Zeke. Zeke was dead. He had encountered the creatures, and she was sure that there was nothing left of him. She limped over to where Paris was standing, looking at the columns with fear.

"It's Riddick. I just know it," he whispered.

Adelayde didn't answer, knowing that if she defended the convict she would be suspected to be in league with him. But she knew for a fact that Riddick didn't kill Zeke, he didn't smell of a fresh death. Adelayde stopped Jack from running to see what was going on. The kid didn't need to see all the blood. It would be bad for her fragile mind.

"Stay by my side, kid. You're safer by me than anywhere else," she whispered, only loud enough for the kid to hear her.

Jack looked up at her and nodded slightly, the fear in her brown eyes a sad sight for Adelayde. She ruffled Jack's hair and gave her a small smile for comfort. Riddick was going to be pissed. Adelayde found that she was taking a liking to Jack, like a mother wolf that had lost a pup. Adelayde ushered Jack away, towards the containers and had the kid help her make a new crutch. She knew that Riddick had been captured, but was glad that he was going to be much closer to keep an eye on her. She knew that if they were going to make it off this rock alive, and for her a second time, they were going to need his ability to see in the dark. She couldn't give herself away, not now. It would be the end of her if she did. Adelayde kept Jack occupied when they brought an unconscious Riddick back to the containers. They chained him up, which made Adelayde angry, but she couldn't blow her cover. Jack would often leave Adelayde to watch Riddick and give her updates on his consciousness. Turns out Riddick didn't stay unconscious for long. She wanted to pay him a visit, but she knew Johns was watching the convict like a vulture watching an animal die in a desert. She could feel the creatures being restless and knew the eclipse was coming, and sooner than she wanted.

She found time in between Fry and Johns, when he had been released to speak to him in private.

"I need to forewarn you. An eclipse is coming, and what comes with it isn't pretty. Few are going to make it off this planet. They are going to make you guide them in the dark. I cannot help you in that area, but I can tell you that Jack, the little boy, isn't a boy. He is a she, and she will draw the most attention. I will most likely be picked off over time, so don't get too attached," she told him, her gaze off to the side and her voice shaking.

She heard him move, so slowly as if it was in a horror movie. His index finger of his right hand lifted her chin so that she was forced to look him in the face. His goggles were pushed above his brows and his metallic eyes searched her face. He was scowling just slightly, as if he was trying to decide something of great importance. She sighed and closed her eyes, just enjoying being touched by him. She didn't know why she liked to have him touch her, but it felt like electricity flowing through her veins. She opened her eyes just as he bent his head and brushed his lips against hers. She gasped softly and her eyes slammed shut. She felt one of his arms slide around her waist, pulling her into him. She let her crutch fall to the ground as she clung to his massive frame for support. He pulled back just enough to let them breathe, their lips just barely touching. She opened her eyes and noticed that he was staring off to his left, but her right.

"We have an audience," he whispered, his gaze coming back to Adelayde's.

She knew instantly who it was.

"Jack, speak of this to anyone and I will make you carry me everywhere. Is that understood?" Adelayde growled, looking over at the kid.

Jack nodded vigorously and ran back up the stairs.

"Cute kid," he chuckled, holding Adelayde up while bending to pick up her crutch.

"She can be when she is behaving, she likes you," Adelayde said, starting for the stairs.

Riddick followed behind her, a massive hand at the small of her back.

"Don't all kids misbehave?" he asked, a light chuckle in his deep timbre.

"Yes, but some behave more than others," she laughed, starting up the stairs.

Riddick sighed and gently picked her up, surprising her, and carried her up the stairs. When Johns caught sight of them Adelayde squirmed uncomfortably.

"Are you alright, Adelayde?" Fry asked, rushing to help her out of Riddick's arms.

"Yes, I just couldn't make it up the stairs. I had asked Riddick to help me and he was very kind to do so. Nothing more," she said shakily, feigning her fear of the convict.

"Why would a convict help an injured woman? Why wouldn't he just kill her off? Would have been easy," Johns questioned, not buying Adelayde's story one bit.

"Even convicts have a code of honor. I never hurt a woman unless she attacks me first," Riddick said, his whole body tensing.

"Gentlemen, please. We need to find a way off this rock. In your search did you find anything of use?" Adelayde asked, limping between the two testosterone filled men.

Riddick took a step back and forced his body to relax.

"There is a scientist outpost not far from here. Will you be able to walk?" Fry said, coming to stand next to Adelayde.

"Yeah, I'll be a bit slower, but I can walk," she said, readjusting her crutch and heading off towards Shazza who was beckoning her so that she could change her bandage before they left.