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front, she retrieved the shotgun and brought it into the bedroom. After propping it up next to Gramp’s Lay-z-Boy, she took a blanket down from the closet shelf and lay back in the recliner.
    Rusty curled up on the floor between the bed and the chair. Within minutes, they were all asleep. Rusty dreamed of chasing squirrels, Karlo was too deeply unconscious to dream, and Marla dreamed of Karlo and a future different than the one she had been worrying over.
    What she didn’t know was the computer never sent the distress signal. It had been damaged too thoroughly in the crash landing and the previous manipulations of its systems. The remaining power sent pulses into a dead circuit, too damaged even to realize it was damaged. No help would be coming for the Nephilim warrior without any memory.

Chapter Two

     
    The next time Karlo awoke, everything was wrong. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling…it was wrong. He didn’t know what was wrong, though. Weren’t most ceilings white? Was the color giving him a sense of wrongness or something else? Moving his eyes down and around the rest of the room, everything seemed wrong, and he didn’t know why. It was the not knowing why, more than the sense of wrongness, which bothered him. He should know why.
    An animal came to the doorway and then trotted over to where he lay. He forced his brain to think and the word ‘dog’ popped in. Only this dog looked wrong, too. Damn! Thinking made his head hurt, so he stopped trying to make sense of things. A mound of covers in the chair opposite the bed moved, snagging his attention. The covers fell away from her head and revealed her face; he didn’t recognize her. Was he supposed to recognize her ? Nothing in the room seemed familiar to him and yet he knew he was in a bed and the woman was in a chair. He knew it was a dog, though there was something about the animal that didn’t seem right to him. Everything was wrong.
    The odd proportions of the room, the light coming in from the covered viewport, the color of the bulkheads, it was all strange to him and yet familiar at the same time. Why couldn’t he remember why it was wrong? The woman in the chair, why was she in the chair when he was in the bed? He tried to get up and pain screamed through his body. Oh, that explained a few things, he was ill. He now had more questions.
    At the same time, his attention kept returning to the sleeping woman. Who was she to him? She was covered with a blanket. He could only see short blond hair and part of her face, just enough to prove she was female. From the size of the body he saw outlined under the blanket, he wondered if she were a child. Why would a child be sleeping in the chair?
    He shifted to get in a more comfortable position and discovered a more comfortable position didn’t exist for him. Various aches and pains made themselves felt and he barely held back a shout. A cold sweat broke out on his face, neck, and down his shoulders, as he did his best to breathe through the muscle spasms racking his body. The dog approached the edge of the bed and licked his hand. He must have made a sound because the woman in the chair began to stir.
    Blinking her eyes, Marla yawned and started to stretch her arms up to work out the overnight kinks from sleeping in a chair. When she sat up, the covers slipped to her lap and the recliner began to close up. As soon as she noticed the man in the bed watching her, she snapped alert. Instantly, memories of the night before flooded her brain. Grabbing at her blanket, she started to pull it up and then stopped. It’s not like she was wearing something revealing. She was more covered now than when she went out on a hot day.
    Karlo wanted to say something to break the silence and make the woman answer him. He needed to hear the voice that went with the package he could see. This was no child. She may be small in stature, but her body had soft womanly hills and valleys he suddenly longed to explore. He moved