<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 was a little bit shocked too, when he learned who the young lady was. Well, he had been right with his words that her world had crumbled to pieces. He just hoped that she would get over it...or they had to leave her behind. And he refused to accept that fate for her. When Karra disappeared in the freight room and returned with blankets and pillows, he felt a little bit better about her. At least she was taking it serious now. He watched her prepare the pallet and realised how tired she looked. She needed a break too. Picking up the young lady he carried her over and placed her on the right side of the pallet. When he stood up again he placed his hands on Karra's shoulders.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, we all can need some break. I want Sarge and his group to go over the freight room and check for proviant and weapons. Everything that may help us. Tammy and Geek, you two take care of the princess. Professor, I want to talk with you and Gleywine under six eyes. And Karra, you need some rest. The concussion is still troubling you. There is enough room there for two.“</span> <br/><br/>Tom felt her bristle again and he brought his mouth close to her ear.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Please, don't think everytime that I am questioning your ability. I need you at my side and I need you in the best form. A half-knocked-out Karra is no help to me. Take a nap, you won't miss a thing and it will help you. Please, Karra...“</span> <br/><br/>Tom looked deep in her eyes and it was only warmth and love in them. He was still having the same feelings for her.</div>