<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom had looked up expectantly when Karra had came over. He had tried to give her some privacy by tuning her presence out and concentrating on possible strategies if they were found out in that plane. A plane that was shelter and trap at the same time. And he had no intention to keep it a trap for them. His brow cocked up when Karra started to stutter, clearly trying to tell him something that wasn't easy for her. She sat down hard opposite of him and put her face in her palms. <br/><span style="color: #80FF00"><br/>"Sam...that you...me...but...I don't..."</span> Tom couldn't help but laugh as he pulled her hands from her face and put his hand on her cheek tenderly. <span style="color: #FF8000">"If you continue that way I won't understand anything and even as it looks as you want to confess me the sins of your life, it will give none of us any relief if you mutter along like that. You don't know by now, that I love you and that I will always love you, even if you confess now that Lilli is not Sergeant Johnson's sister, but in truth she is the daughter of you two and his parents raised her as she was to much of a burden for a young captain..."</span><br/><br/>Tom was absolutely sure that Lilli wasn't Karra's daughter, but he just pulled that exagerated example to show Karra, that whatever she had to tell him wouldn't shock him. Even as it looked from Karra's stammering that it wasn't some easy to digest either. But his love for Karra was kind of unbreakable and he worried deeply about her.</div>