Deacon moved along side, but slightly behind Scott as he approached the strange woman in sunglasses.<em>Her future is so bright, shes gotta wear shades?</em>Her comment wrang in his ears. She sounded astonished, as if<em>MORE</em>were the optimal word in her statement. Her sorrow at their plight seemed so real when she added her statement about things not ending. There was something else though, too. Something beneath what she was saying. "You imply that we are victems and you are not. This can be taken one of three ways: you are the victemizer, you are powerless observer, or somewhere inbetween. In any of these three, you know something we need to know. I'll ask as politely as my friend did, what do you mean by that statement."