Kevin looked at Esther, glad that she was still stuck in the picture and not too interested in his doings.  He looked over, relieved that the others were infact still sleeping.  He scooted over closer to her so that he could whisper more effectively.  He looked outside as well.  Freedom looked sweeter than ever, and he wasn't going to have that taken away again.<em>Again?</em>the thought rang out in his mind.<br/><br/>He made his usual stupid, and brave smile, turning and facing Esther, stating in a morose manner.  "Well, I believe alive is the only way we're getting out."  He'd lived through mortar and fire, and gunshot wound to the shoulder.  He'd broken bones and killed men, and fought incredible odds.  There was no way he was gonna let some psycho freak fuck up his day.