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as you can see for yourself, we're not getting word out anytime soon. And if this place doesn't have any sentient life, it's a fair chance that we won't find any com systems growing on trees. No, the best thing we can do for now is to build some shelter with the gear and settle in. At least the others won't need us for awhile, what with the war being over and all."

"If we're going to be stuck somewhere, I guess this is the place for it," she said.

"Yes. Pretty, isn't it?"

She nodded. "It reminds me of a place I used to think only existed in my head, the kind of place ..." Her voice trailed off.

"Yes?" The kind of place where you could be happy, he thought. And you deserve happiness. Maybe we both do. And maybe this time we can find it.

"You were saying?"

"Nothing," she said, all business again. "We should get to work."

"Absolutely. I think I may be able to find something here to eat. I'm quite a chef when I want to be, you know."

She smiled and shook her head. "I"m sure," she said, then stopped, frowning.

"What is it?" Marcus asked.

"It's strange ... I can't shake this feeling ... a memory of me going somewhere, sitting and talking to you, and you not listening."

"Yeah, well, I get that a lot from you," he said, trying to be offhanded, despite the cold hand that squeezed his heart. Please, God, let her not remember. It's all I've ever asked of you. Leave her alone and let her have a little piece.

He held his breath for what seemed like forever. Then she looked at him and laughed, and the moment passed. "That's true," she said, and then studied him for a moment. "But one thing I DO remember is you carrying me off the White Star after we were hit. You saved my life."

He nodded. Looked away.

She touched his shoulder gently. "Did I
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