Meena has slightly underestimated the task at hand. Two hours later she still hadn't found Drak and various horrible thoughts kept haunting her mind. Even worse, the evening rush was in full swing, the streets were more crowded than earlier and finding anyone at this time of the day was simply impossible. Eventually she grew overwhelmed with worry and guilt and sat down at the corner of a street, hoping the nightmare she had put herself and Drak would end. What if he was already dead? What would Cyn think of her? And what about the baby? The baby... She buried her face into her hands and begged for time to turn back, for someone, anyone, to make things rights, because she was powerless. Even if she approached Drak now, he wouldn't trust her, ever.<br/><br/>"Meena? Meena, is that you?"<br/><br/>She lifted her head, alarmed by a familiar female voice. A woman with short dark hair, ragged clothing and brown eyes stood in front of her, looking rather concerned. Meena recogized her almost immediately. How could she not? They had been to Kessel together for seven years, although for much different reasons. "It's me. Ziv." The woman spoke, examining Meena's shocked expression. "Are you alright? Boy am I happy to see you alive! I haven't met you since the day we got out! Remember that, huh? Hmm? Alright, you're seriously worrying me now. You look like you've seen a ghost. Meena? Enough. Let's go. You need a drink." Ziv grabbed her friend's arm and pulled her up from the ground.<br/><br/>After walking for ten minutes through zigzagging, narrow streets, they eventually arrived to a small, rundown apartment where Ziv was staying. Once inside, she helped Meena sit down before pouring her a glass of the strongest alcohol she had. She then sat opposite to her, lit up a cigarette and offered her one. "How are you?" Ziv asked casually. "How about telling me why you were curled up in a shivering ball at the corner of a street? Are you in trouble again?" She watched as Meena took her first sip of alcohol and coughed slightly before placing her cigarette between her lips. After pushing herself together, the words eventually flowed from her lips, explaining everything that had happened since meeting Drak. Ziv listened quietly and was unphased by the fact that Drak was the person who had arrested Meena.<br/><br/>"What if he's dead?" Meena asked, her voice trembling. "What then? Will I really be a better person if he's dead? I sure don't feel like that, but I know that I should feel like that."<br/><br/>"Honey, you don't know anything." Ziv corrected her with a sneer. "Neither do I. People weren't made to survive Kessel. Trust me, you're much better off than me. You don't want to be like me, looking for fun all day and getting high for free."<br/><br/>They sat in silence for a moment, until Ziv finally decided to open Pandora's box. "I met him a few weeks ago. Asked me how you were doing after Kessel. Obviously I couldn't give him a straight anwer, since I haven't heard about you." She looked into Meena's eyes. "He was hoping to meet you." The con artist seemed to understand perfectly who she was talking about and looked down, biting her lip and pushing back tears. "It's okay. I don't care if you cry. I'm not Drak. I'm not him either." Ziv said calmly and watched as her former inmate crumbled underneath her own guilt. She served another glass of liquor to her friend while letting her get it all off her chest. Perhaps there was still one friendship in the Galaxy that Meena hadn't ruined.<br/><br/>"What will you do? Concerning Drak, I mean." Ziv inquired finally when Meena had calmed down and dried her eyes.<br/><br/>"I won't do anything." She responded quietly. "But maybe... you could help me."<br/><br/>Ziv tilted her head. "I might know where to find Collarroka. If you really think he won't trust you anymore, I'll track him down. Although, what will he do once he figures out he's dealing with an ex-assassin?"<br/><br/>"It's something. Drak doesn't have a choice." Meena concluded. "He needs to help his brother. I'm not in the position to do that."<br/><br/>Ziv sighed and tilted her head. "Still not over what happened? Honey, it will never get better. Those memories are never going to seem better. It's prison!" She chuckled slightly an shook her head. "Just be happy that someone showed enough kindness and humanity to you once in your life. Otherwise you wouldn't be here. Neither of us would be. And trust me, we don't deserve such treatment. We've earned nothing."<br/><br/>With that, her friend stood up and put out her cigarette. "I'll be on my way now. There might be still a chance that he's alive. From what you've told me, he doesn't seem like a stupid man." Ziv smiled to Meena who seemed to be still lost in her thoughts. "Go somewhere nice. Try to enjoy life a little, without getting wasted all the time. You'll see, it's not that hard. It might even do you some good."<br/><br/>Meena watched as Ziv grabbed her blaster and headed out of the apartment. She trusted her former inmate more than anyone else. There wasn't a better tracker she knew of and knowing that Drak would be in her care put her at ease.