<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice chuckled when Peter said they would have to return later, when she would be flat like a pancake. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Shut up, you son of a bitch"</span>, Alice replied, staying silent as soon as Serge started checking on her. She was relieved that everything was fine with both of them. She felt fine, and she knew that Peter had taken a lot more damage exactly because he had cared enough to save her life.<br/><br/>As they were out of the hospital and Peter hugged her, Alice closed her eyes. Her hands rubbed his back softly while he spoke. <span style="color: #4040FF">"You know I grew up among people like this, Peter. That is why I do what I do. That is why I drag heartless dealers into prison planets. If the dealers cared about their clients, I wouldn't be around doing it."</span><br/><br/>When Peter talked about her brother, Alice shook her head on a negative. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Not now, please. I will... I would like to tell you everything about him later. But not now."</span><br/><br/>Alice sighed softly and nodded when Peter said they should take a long shower. She ran a hand over his injured ribs gently and sighed again, a tired sigh. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I don't think I do. I mean, I probably weight what, half of what you do?"</span> Alice held out a hand and touched Peter's arm, squeezing it softly. <span style="color: #4040FF">"You're gonna be all right, aren't you?"</span><br/><br/>Alice felt like it was a stupid question, but she had to ask it. She also felt different, deep down inside. Feelings and worries Alice had never experienced were now plaguing her. And a little feeling deep down inside, intuition or whatever it was, that her bond with Peter was bound to bring her a world of problems.</div>