<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 felt lost, totally lost. He had no idea why Karra was acting like she did. He had a lot of understanding for her, but he was at the end of his patience with her. It looked like he could do nothing right for her. All he did he did for them all and for her and still it looked like he did all wrong. And he had no clue anymore what to do or if he should do anything at all. Karra was bleeding him out and he couldn't stand it much longer.<br/><br/>Alone seeing her posture was already like being nailed to the cross. He wanted to say something but he bit it back. He had no power anymore to get ripped to the bone for his words again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I say nothing, Karra. Everything I say infuriates you and makes me feel like I do everything wrong, when all I do is trying to make it right. If you think you can do it better then take over the command, if that is what you want, do it. Maybe you realise then what a terrible burden it is in this damned situation." </span><br/><br/>Tom looked down, tired of looking into the accusing eyes of Karra. He wished he could be somewhere far away from this place.</div>