Finally logging into his role-playing account he seems that Alien’ has replied.  Sitting up in his seat he begins to read the continuation of their story.  Sitting back as he finishes his reading.  He grabs his gin from next to him and takes a sip of his gin as he contemplates the continuation of their story. He looks over his shoulder to be sure that she is still sleeping peacefully.  His emotions a jumble from the evening of welcoming her to his now their home.<br/><br/><em><br/>Her alien touch was so very smooth and cold as his brushed along his cheek.  When her hand left his cheek he could still feel her magical touch.  His brows arch, “What do you mean always been here?”  he spreads his arms wide, “You mean here in this barren hell?  Or all over Earth?”  He was beginning to fully believe that this was just a hallucination of his mind due to the cold.  Because of that he was beginning to feel slightly cocky with his reply.  For a hallucination her voice was so enticing to his ears.  He would like to talk to his hallucination more but his hands were beginning to lose feeling in his fingers and toes.  He begins, “It has been great conversing wi…..”    His eyes locked to hers, and he could continue no further.  He forgot of the numbing cold biting his fingers and toes. He slowly walked closer to her, almost floating towards her.</em><br/>