The shark fest's in full effect, the community members are gathered together, with a constant guard at the cinnamon punch table.

Hiding a smile, I locate Dominic he's with a worn down, frail looking Travis.

With everything that's been going on, I forgot about him and his health issues. He's seated in a makeshift wheelchair, I don't understand what happened to him.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

"Sure." He states, giving Travis a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Following him, I make sure that we're out of earshot, glancing around at the others. "Whats wrong, you're not having second thoughts are you? I understand if you are, but we can't stay here any longer... I mean look at him... he's dying."

"I'm not..." I am... I want to go back home, and I'm going to seriously miss him. Recounting the events of last night, I'd been alone, exploring the partially built home, that was to be gifted to me.

"Damn it Vata..."

A crackling sound, has me frozen in place, and getting the courage to turn and face it. It's one of them, her... She's strapped for a fight, helmet, spear, circular things with blades.

"I don't understand..." I state, at her words dripping with venom.

"She says, that tonight, you'll meet her in the grove where Vata took you." I'm relieved, when Liam comes into view.

"You'll leave with the ones that you came with, go back to where you came from. She'll set the course on the ship for you."

"What about the ship?"

"It'll automatically be set to return here." Explains, Liam.

I'm quiet, it wasn't supposed to be this easy. Our chances of stealing a ship, seventy percent... making it off of the ground... eighty-five percent, not being found out, and blown to smithereens, thirty percent.

But we did it, with the help of Naidka, and Liam. He'd said his goodbyes, after wandering around the ship, captivated by their technology.

Giving me a small gift, he closes my fingers around it, before bowing slightly. Waving farewell, he exits, running as fast as his legs can carry him, in the opposite direction.

The ship starts up, and no one says anything, we're holding our breaths. Rising, together we watch as the illumination from the community goes completely dark, and the Yautja's lights soon follows.

A collaborative victory yell, with Travis sounding like a wounded puppy, I maintain my silence. Waiting...hoping... he doesn't show, it's wishful thinking, expecting that he would.

I would have gladly pushed every button on the ship, to bring us down, back to him. Liam, trying to teach me the Yautja language, one word did stick.

Kismet, the word that Vata uttered to me, our last night on the hunting planet. He'd let fate decide if we were to be together, and she'd decided that it was meant to be.

I'd done the same thing, rejecting his request for me to come to him. If I did, then I would've missed the ship, I wouldn't have left.

I guess Kismet doesn't give second chances...

Dominic has friends in high places, we'd been given new identities, sent on our way, and advised to keep a low profile.

That was eight weeks ago, I'm adjusting to my new life as April O'Neil, named by Dominic. If looks could've killed, the ninja turtle lady... ooh... that man... Travis is named Danny Pennington, and Dominic's Casey Jones.

My experience has left me changed, I've decided that a life off of the grid's for me. Abandoning my life in California, and taking up residence in no man's land Alaska, there's a small community of twenty people.

My neighbor's two miles away, and I'm loving this existence, so far. I'd chosen, to not participate in the weekly social gathering at Mac's Ale, the community tavern.

Instead, I settle in with a bottle of wine, and my cat named Taffy. Watching the display of rainbow colored lights in the sky, she's by my side.

My thoughts stray to him, and I shake my head to clear it, I don't need depression with a side of tears tonight. Squeezing the metal trinket of Vata, that Liam gave me, I throw it against the wall.

Angry at myself for my state of unhappiness, I finish off my wine. Making my way through bottle number two, I decide that it's a good idea to go to Mac's.

I haven't been laid, since Vata and I'm in need of a good spanking. Dressed as sexy as the Alaskan cold will allow, jeans, two shirts, fleece jacket, long hooded cardigan, running shoes, ear muffs, and gloves, I enter Mac's with one thing on my mind...

"Give me another one..."

A vodka neat's placed before me, and taking it down in one swallow, I'm throughly peeved, that I expected to find a Jason Momoa twin, sexily swilling pints of beer.

The pickings are very slim, Dexter's laboratory, Ed, Edd, n Eddy, and Johnny Bravo doppelgängers, are my choices. Four Vodkas in, and Johnny starts to resemble Mr. Momoa.

Giving him an inviting smile, I receive a wink in return. "Now why would you choose that, when you could have me." It can't be...

Dominic's taken a seat beside me. "How did you find me?"

"I've always knew where you were, I had my friend keep tabs on the both of you."

I'm at a loss for words, and ecstatic to see a familiar face. "Oh... I'm happy to see you too." He states, of my bear hug.

"I'm here to get you, to take you with me."

"What, no I'm happy here."

"My friend's disappeared, and Travis went missing a week later."

"What happened?"

"I don't know, but my gut tells me that it's not a coincidence."

A loud electric snap, and the power goes. Shocked gasps, and sharp comments from the patrons follow. "Settle down folks, the generator should kick on in a moment." States, Mac.

A flashlight comes on, and a bullet breaks through the front glass window, hitting Mac in the chest. It's pandemonium, as he falls to his knees, and a second bullet hits his head. Dominic pulls me to the floor, immediately leading me to the back of the building.

"Shit!" I state. I'd left my keys, in my jacket at the bar.

"My keys...!"

"We can take my truck!"

Bullets whizzing through the air, hitting their marks, eliminates the customers, one by one. Kicking the back door open, a lone truck's waiting.

"You were expecting this?"

"I was prepared for anything." Gunning the engine, we take off into the night.