Survivors Lived With Their Mistakes.

But When Two People Feel Something, They Ought To Respect That Enough To Figure It Out

Summerset, Don't You Ever Sleep?" "it's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke Dropped His Briefcase, Grabbed Summerset By The Lapels. "has She Been Hurt? Where Is She?" "a Nightmare. She Was Screaming." Summerset Lost His Usual Composure And Dragged A Hand Over His Hair. "she Won't Cooperate. I Was About To Call Your Doctor. I Left Her In Her Private Suite." As Roarke Pushed Him Aside, Summerset Grabbed His Arm. "roarke, You Should Have Told Me What Had Been Done To Her." Roarke Merely Shook His Head And Kept Going. "i'll Take Care Of Her.

I'm Not Putting Up With This," She Continued. "you Can't Even Go Out And Buy A Solar System Without Worrying I'll Fall Apart. How Are You Supposed To Get Anything Done?" "actually, I'm Not In The Market For A Solar System Right At The Moment.

She Wants To Learn How To Handle A Gun. Well, I Want George Clooney Naked In My Bed, But I Haven't Attempted Kidnapping. Yet.

Shannon: Only The Living Suffered. Only They Were Riddled With Guilt And Regret And Unanswered Questions.