That voice... Fossil glanced sideways, and her eyes widened. Crow! Finally a real ally. She had only met him once, and she was pretty sure he had no idea who she was, but he was a fairly powerful ally, and if she could get him aboard she'd have a much better chance of not having to make herself fish food. But how to convince the killer to let Crow aboard without revealing their connection? She looked about quickly. She'd make a break for it. If she didn't get off, the killer would need another pair of hands to guard her. And she remembered something of Crow's peculiar talents. She could use that too. Fossil waited another breath, then sprung for the shore, brushing Crow's arm as she passed. It was brief contact, but enough for Fossil to mentally summarize her plan. As she hit the dock, she could only hope that Crow understood and would help her.