Harlan had expected some reaction from the woman he'd untied but not the way she'd held him with her stare like an insect pinned to a spider's web. It wasn't so much that her stare intimidated him. It was the fact that her eyes were so goddam pretty. So blue.<br/><br/>As he lay there struggling in vein with his manacles he mused on how lucky he was to be clubbed, drugged, the  thrown into a vehicle which subsequently crashed. He also wondered at how friendly his fellow prisoners had been. How nicely the man had just left himself and Danielle inside the vehicle and how helpful Danielle had been in pushing past Harlan, leaving him tied up even though he'd freed her.<br/><br/>Well he was alive. That was one thing. He spent the next few minutes trying to free himself again before the man re-entered. Harlan grinned.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"You came back? For me? My hero!"</span>he wiggled his fingers again, hoping this time someone would free him.