> Kristen sighed as she rubbed her eyes. She'd been in the control room
> for hours since she left Derek, but so far she'd had no luck in finding
> anything that could either explain what was happening, or could help in
> stopping it.
> "There has to be somthing somewhere," she muttered to herself. She
> briefly thought getting some sleep, but the memory of last night's terror
> stopped her from getting up from her chair. "Okay, one more hour then off
> to bed-you're not a coward Adams," Oops, Kristen thought. Yeah, maybe
not
> a coward, but only loonies chat to themselves. Making a promise to stop
> having conversations with herself, at least out loud, Kristen turned back
to
> the computer.
>
Derek:
Derek found Kristen in the control room running searches. "Have ou gotten
any sleep," he demanded to know immediately. Sitting down in the chair
beside her, he gave her an appraising gaze. "I might have a lead for you,
but you'd need to be able to travel fairly quickly. And I don't want you
going if you're over tired," he added. "This could be dangerous."
Derek
