Slowly Veronica slipped into the shower behind Jared, her hands running lightly up his back to his shoulders. Leaning against him slight her lips pressed to his back while her hands rubbed and massaged at the tension in his shoulders. There were no words spoken from her at the moment, allowing her hands and presence to speak for her. So much of this was her fault that it often plagued her dreams at night. A guilt so heavy she would wake up feeling as if there was a weight upon her chest which hindered her breathing. It had begun bothering her in the waking hours, which was why she had not answered Jared when he first entered their quarters.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>Standing there in the kitchen bracing herself over the sink as she tried to calm the sudden panic attack she was experiencing. The attack was brought on by the light wave of nausea which made her think of the child she carried, then about her future, its future their future....Jared. It snowballed from there and her chest tightened, while her heart race and a sudden beading of sweat formed on her brow. Fainting began to look like a possibility before she heard his voice when he first entered. Those simple words of â€œI'm homeâ€ calmed and soothed her. The world was brought back into focus as she moved to so that she could see him. There he stood tired, covered in filth and looking for all the world like some coal worker of the past. </span><br/><br/>Now here she was in the shower with him, hugging him lightly from behind trying to lend as much comfort to him as she could. Knowing that there were few words that could convey the right emotion or express her feelings to him right now. So she settled with hoping this simple gesture was enough, still after a bit two words did come to mind. Moving so that she was before her, hands cupping his face as the water cascaded down the pair.<br/><br/>She smiled softly and with love then whispered, â€œWelcome homeâ€ which she accent with light kiss on his lips.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">Angela was in a slight daze as she made her way through the many decks and levels of the ship. Head cast down as she absentmindedly counted the tiny lights in the floor. In an emergency they were usually the only lights left, meant to aid in guiding crewmen about the ship. Some where about 1000 or so was when Kratos bud in. <br/><br/>*Where are we going?* He asked<br/><br/>*Heading to see the Captain* she replied, wondering how a computer could forget their destination so fast.<br/><br/>*Then why are we on the deck where our quarters are?* he asked making her sigh in frustration. <br/><br/>*Your sensors are mistaken we are....UGH!* she exclaimed as she made contact with someone. Lucky for them both she had not been moving too fast so the impact merely jostled each of them. <br/><br/>â€œI'm sorry...I was not watching where I was going...â€ she apologized as she looked up, her mouth frozen of more words as she took in the site of Dren. Someone she had been somewhat avoiding these past few days. <br/><br/>â€œOh Dren....hey...um...â€ now suddenly confronted with him she was not sure of what to say or do. Looking about she tried to think of something better to say, â€œGetting settled in your quarters ok?â€ she finally asked. <br/><br/>With Angela distracted for a bit Kratos took the time to establish a private link with Yuri, *How has he been?* He asked the other A.I. Wondering if he was having as much trouble as Angela was recently. </span>