<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 cried tears of joy and he wasn't shy of showing them to anybody. He hugged Karra finally, weaping at her neck. All the stress of the past thirty minutes fell from him and left him totally exhausted. His words were barely audible when he spoke them in Karra's ear.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Don't you ever dare to die under my hands again, honey. I am ten years older by now and I wouldn't wonder when I have grey hair now. You can't do that to me, you can't make my heart and then decide to die, to give up. I need you, we all need you, but I need you and Tania needs you and damn....I need you because without you there is nothing worth living here..."</span><br/><br/>Tom cried some more tears, before he finally made room for Tania, who hugged Karra as desperately too. They all had gone through hell and back the last minutes and Tom reached over to Sam and pressed his hand.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Thank you, Sam. I wouldn't have made it without you. I owe you one...”</span><br/> <br/>Tom sat back on his heels and pressed Karra's hand desperately. He would never forget this experience in all his life.</div>