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"Vivarium" by A. Rhea King
Rating: PG CHAPTER 3 “Captain--” Travis started, cut off when Enterprise rocked from a sudden hit. Archer was thrown against the situation monitor. He stood and ran onto the bridge, sliding into the Captain’s chair. “ALL HANDS TO STATIONS!” Hoshi yelled on the bridge COM. Enterprise rocked again from another hit. “Hull polarized. Permission to fire at will, sir?” Malcolm asked. “Granted. Where did they come from?” “Don’t know. I picked up a disturbance and then they just appeared,” Travis answered. “They must have a cloaking device.” Enterprise rocked again. “Travis, get us out of here.” Enterprise leapt to warp four. “They’re pursuing,” Travis reported. “Pick up the speed, Travis.” Travis watched his controls. “Sir, we’re reaching warp five.” Archer shook his head. “Are they hailing us, Hoshi?” “No, sir.” “Hail them.” Hoshi obeyed. She looked at Archer. “No reply, sir. They’re staying silent.” “Sir, a ship just uncloaked in front of us,” Travis said. “Avoid it.” Enterprise banked right, passing the ship. “Sir, they’re picking up speed.” “Got to maximum warp.” “They’re gaining, sir.” Archer didn’t want to hear that. “Travis..when they get up to us, slow until they flank us, drop out of warp, bring us about and get us out of here.” “Aye, sir.” Archer looked up at the view screen. He saw them slow down and the ships appeared on the view screen. They suddenly dropped out of warp, banked left and jumped back to warp. “Report,” Archer ordered. Travis frowned. “They’re approaching us.” “Hoshi, hail them.” “Still nothing, sir.” “We can’t keep this speed, sir. If we drop to warp four, they’re going to catch up to us.” “We don’t have a choice. Drop to warp four. Wait for them to get in target range and then drop to impulse. Keep the hull polarized, Malcolm, and fire at will.” “Aye, sir,” Travis and Malcolm replied. Archer watched the stars suddenly stop and the two ships immediately opened fire. “They’re targeting engines and weapons,” Malcolm reported. “Evasive maneuvers, Travis,” Archer snapped. “We’re being boarded, sir,” The ensign manning the science station reported. “Open the ship COM, Hoshi.” “I can’t. They’ve disabled it from B deck.” Archer looked at her. “They disabled internal communications?” “Sit,” a voice ordered from behind Archer. Archer looked back, his eyes first focusing on the end of the phaser rifle and then on the alien behind it. The alien was humanoid with several black lines painted across his face. He had dark brown, almost black hair down to his shoulders, dark, thick eyebrows and black eyes. He was dressed in dirty, rumpled clothes. “Who--” He reached out and shoved Archer into the captain’s chair, pushing the rifle into Archer’s face. “Order your crew to move away from their stations to the front of the bridge or they’ll watch your execution from where they sit.” Archer watched the man’s face. “Do as he says,” Archer ordered. The man slowly stood up and Archer looked past him. There were five more aliens on the bridge and they were motioning the bridge crew to sit along the front of the bridge. “What do you wan--” The alien struck Archer across the face with his fist. “SILENCE!” he yelled at Archer. Archer kept silent, holding his hand to his split lip. The six aliens didn’t say anything to Archer or his crew while they stood guard over them. The alien standing next to Archer leaned back against the railing behind Archer’s chair after a while, cradling his phase rifle in his arms. Archer heard a soft beep and the alien touched a silver button on his shirt, speaking in his own language. He stood, walking forward a few steps, looking up at the view screen. He leaned over the helm controls, nodding and replying. He stood and looked at the five, speaking to them. He turned to Archer, reached in his pocket and produced a data disk, holding it out to Archer. Archer took the disk, watching the alien. “My apologies for striking you. It was necessary that you remained silent. Your internal communications had been compromised and has been transmitting everything said aboard your ship to the Par’Tek. That has been remedied. You will find further instructions on that disk.” He bowed to Archer. “Good luck retrieving your crewmen. I will be honored to fight at your side.” The six disappeared from the bridge. Archer jumped up and ran to helm. “What’s going on, sir?” Travis asked, getting to his feet with the other crewmen. “They’ve cloaked already. Travis, take over helm.” Archer trotted over to the science station and pulled up the information from the data disk. He read the information and sat for several minutes, thinking. “Travis, I’m transmitting coordinates. Take a heading and go to warp four,” Archer ordered as he sent the coordinates to Travis. “Aye, sir,” Travis said. Archer stood, clearing the screen and pulling the data disk out. “Sir?” Travis said. Archer turned. “Yeah?” “These coordinates take us to an asteroid field we passed a week ago. It’s outside of Par’Tek space, sir.” Travis looked up at Archer. “I know.” “Why..sir?” “Do as you’re ordered, Ensign.” “Aye, sir.” Travis turned back to his controls. Archer started across the bridge. He stopped, looking down at the data disk. “Malcolm.” “Yes, sir?” “In my ready room.” Malcolm stood and followed Archer into his ready room. Archer sat down, looking up at Malcolm. “Malcolm..you’ve never served as a first officer to a captain, have you?” “No, sir.” “You’re going to get a crash course in it. Have a seat.” Malcolm slowly sat down as Archer began telling him what was on the data disk. # Trip opened his eyes, staring at the back of a Par’Tek head. He sprang from his chair, grabbing the Par’Tek’s shoulder and spinning him around. With one hand he slammed the Par’Tek to the floor by the throat and yanked his arm back to punch the Par’Tek. “Stop!” the Par’Tek gagged. Trip held his position, surprised to hear English. “What are you doing to her?” Trip snarled. “Nothing bad. When they took her off the transporter they gave her too much tranquilizer. She’s ill from it. I’m giving her a shot of a drug to counteract the effects.” “It’s been over a day!” Trip yelled. “No. It’s only been twelve hours. A lot has happened to you since you were extracted, I understand that, but I am not your enemy.” “You’re Par’Tek,” Trip snarled, leaning toward him. “There are two Par’Tek standing in the door watching this, Trip, and they will not stand off for much longer. Do you want to be injected with that drug again? I know how it must make you feel. Is that what you want? To be rendered helpless and unable to help her?” Trip slowly looked back. Two Par’Tek were standing behind him with weapons he’d come to recognize as dart guns. Trip looked back down at the Par’Tek. “How do you know my name?” “You told one of the observing scientists your name when he was on your ship.” Trip felt cold. He fell back to sit down between the bed and the chair. He had told the Par’Tek First Officer, Engineer Ulta his name. Trip closed his eyes, laying his head against the mattress of the bed. “You don’t look well,” the Par’Tek said. “HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO LOOK!?” Trip yelled, looking at the Par’Tek. He had crouched down in front of Trip. His voice carried the same concern his expression had. “I’m sorry. She should recover by morning. I’ll have them hold off on opening the exhibit for a few days to allow her time to recover.” “What exhibit?” “You and the other’s they took from your ship are part of an exhibit.” “We aren’t an exhibit,” Trip hissed at him. The Par’Tek stood, reaching in the black bag he was holding. He handed Trip a PADD and stylus. “We have provided enriched beverages, but they lack in flavor. Make a list of what you would like. Do you cook?” Trip looked away. “If not, I’ll have them prepare meals.” “I cook,” Trip said, putting his forehead in his hand. “I’ll bring utensils. Anything that must be cut will be done before hand. They won’t allow knives, forks or any sharp utensils.” “Gee. Why’s that?” Trip asked sarcastically, looking up at him. The Par’Tek crouched down, looking Trip in the eye. “Trip, you have been collected for an exhibit. You will be put on display for Par’Tek and other neighbors to come and see. You are being monitored all the time. The other humans called such place a zoo. You are part of the Par’Tek zoo and the only way any creature in the exhibit is released, is when they’re dead. I’m telling you this because at some point you will have to decide how you want to adjust to this life and then proceed.” “We aren’t an exhibit,” Trip repeated. “You are to the..us.” Trip looked away. “I hate to pry,” the Par’Tek said, pausing until Trip looked at him. He continued in a very quiet voice, “Are you and this Vulcan mates?” “Yes.” The Par’Tek met Trip’s gaze, saying quietly, “You don’t appear to be like other human and alien species are.” “She’s a Vulcan. It’s different with her.” “You have to convince them that you’re mates, Trip. This is an exhibit of mates. If they don’t believe you two are, you will be separated and sent to two different vivariums. You will never see one another again.” The Par’Tek stood suddenly, looking down at the bag in his hand. He added, in a louder voice, “If she appears worse, just speak up and ask for me, Gatir. One of the keepers will get me.” Trip watched the Par’Tek leave. He looked back at T’Pol. Trip dropped the PADD and stylus on the floor. He slowly climbed back into bed and pulled her to him, holding her tight. “God, T’Pol, none of us signed up for this,” Trip whispered to T’Pol. He closed his eyes, feeling an oncoming wave of anxiety and fear approaching. # Archer rose as Enterprise slowed to a stop. In front of them was an armada of ships, including five Vulcan and two-dozen Klingon ships. Most, however, were of a design Archer had never seen before. “We’re being hailed, sir,” Hoshi said. “On screen.” A Vulcan appeared. “I’m Cap--” “Yes. We’ve been expecting you.” Archer forced a smile. “I was told you’d brief me on what was happening.” “Nothing is happening,” the Vulcan said, “I’m going to come aboard your ship. Prepare to dock my shuttle.” Archer opened his mouth to speak. The Vulcan cut him off. “I will be boarding shortly. Prepare to dock.” Archer didn’t have a chance to reply before the transmission was ended. “Malcolm, Hoshi, let’s go greet the friendlier than usual Vulcan. You have the bridge Travis.” Archer walked to the lift. # Archer watched the hatch open and two Vulcan’s step into the hall. One stopped in front of Archer, cutting him off before he could say hello. “I am Captain Tidene. We were relayed the information you received by a sympathizer. He said they were instructed to contact your ship before coming to the armada. Why?” “I don’t know. The disk we were given only instructed us to meet you here. What’s going on?” “The Par’Tek have made enemies of a number of races. We have all had members of crews kidnapped by them for the last time. What information were you given?” “We were given coordinates of breeches in the magnetic field protecting the Par’Tek home world.” “You are sending an extraction team?” Archer hesitated. His extraction team consisted of himself, Malcolm, Ryce and Xerrix. It wasn’t much, but he had only planned on getting his crew, not rescuing an entire population of kidnapped species. “There are four of us,” Archer answered finally. “That is hardly enough to attempt a rescue. The security around the zoos are high, and even with help to get into them, you will need at least five to eight more per zoo.” “Per zoo?” Archer echoed. “What zoo?” “You have not been told?” “Told what!?” “Your crewmen that have been kidnapped are on exhibit in a Par’Tek zoo.” Archer was speechless. He didn’t even know how to respond to this information. “Dear Lord,” Malcolm gasped. “Captain Archer, what are you intentions of rescue?” Archer looked away. Intentions of rescue? What was his intention? Everything he and Malcolm had planned was suddenly hazy. “We intend on freeing our crewmen,” Malcolm answered. “We had no idea.. We didn’t know that you or any of the other races here were intending on stopping this. We weren’t even aware the Par’Tek were doing this.” “You have much to catch up on. You and your first officer will join us on a Par’Tek vessel. We were about to begin discussing attack plans when you arrived.” “I haven’t been contacted by Starfleet about any of this, Captain Tidene,” Archer informed him, “And I am not stepping foot on a Par’Tek ship.” “They are sympathizers.” “I am not stepping foot on a Par’Tek ship.” “Fine. We will bring the leaders to Enterprise. Prepare a meeting room.” Captain Tidene turned and went back onto his shuttle pod before Archer replied. The door closed and Archer let out a heavy sigh. “Malcolm.” “Is the mess hall acceptable, sir?” Malcolm asked. Archer nodded. “I’ll have it prepared.” Malcolm turned and trotted away. Archer looked down at Hoshi. “Load communicators, Hoshi, with as many languages as they’ll hold.” Hoshi nodded and left. Archer looked back at the door. “Most zoos treat their animals well,” Hoshi said. Archer looked back at her. She laid a hand on his arm. “I know that doesn’t take the sting off of this, sir, but it should offer some console. The chances are they won’t be dead when we find them, if they’re an exhibit.” “Keep up the optimism, Hoshi. And don’t forget to spread it.” “Yes, sir.” Archer watched her walk away, silently praying for his crew’s safe return. # Trip slowly picked up a piece of fruit and put it in his mouth, unable to tear his gaze away from what was before them. The front of their quarters was clear now and there were Par’Tek and other aliens crowding against a clear wall, pointing and staring into the quarters. Between the clear wall of their quarters and the crowd was a lush grassy landscaped area. He had seen a Vulcan couple pass first and then a Ferengi couple, but no one else had passed. “After this I’ll have more respect for the animals at the Bronx Zoo,” Trip muttered to himself. Trip looked at the bedroom door when it slowly swung open. He offered T’Pol a smile when she looked at him. “There’s a crowd watching.” Trip nodded toward the crowd. T’Pol stepped into the door, watching the crowd for a few minutes. She turned her back on them and walked to the breakfast bar, sitting down on a bar stool. “Hungry?” Trip asked her. T’Pol nodded. Trip turned, grabbed a plate and piece of fruit and began peeling it for her. “I don’t eat food that’s been handled, Charles, you know that.” “You’ll starve if you don’t break that rule fast, T’Pol.” “It is not a rule. It’s a belief that--” “T’Pol,” Trip looked up at her. He finished fixing the plate and sat it in front of her. “Some things aren’t worth being stubborn about. Eat.” T’Pol looked at the plate and then Trip. “Are there forks?” “No. We might attack ‘em with forks.” Trip suppressed his laughter when he watched her pick up a piece of fruit by pinching the smallest area surface possible. Trip leaned his hip against the breakfast bar. “T’Pol, we gotta a problem. Beyond this whole zoo thing. The caretaker, Gatir, warned me that if we don’t start looking like mates, they’re going to separate us.” “How do you know that this Gatir is not using this as a ploy to trick us into mating?” “I don’t. But I think we should probably play it up some more so they believe we really are mates.” “Are you proposing we should mate while they watch?” “NO!” Trip looked up at her. “Hell no! I think we can pull this off without that. I’m betting my chips we’ll be outta here long before that time comes. Besides, if we get separated,” Trip looked down at the counter, “aside from making it hard for the Cap’n to find us, I would die without you, honey.” Trip looked back up at her. “I love you.” “How do you propose we prove to them we are mates?” Trip picked up her hand and kissed her fingers. “With as little as possible. And I’m partial to the right side of the bed.” T’Pol nodded her head once. Trip sat her hand down, looking past her. “Doc!” Trip said, smiling. T’Pol looked back. Doctor Phlox was leading Cutler through the door. He stopped beside the open bar stool and quietly urged Cutler to sit down. Cutler did, but kept a death grip on one of Phlox’s arms. “You two hungry?” Trip asked them. “If you don’t mind,” Phlox answered. Trip retrieved two plates and began preparing them. He looked up at Cutler, noticing tears brimming. He looked down, smiling. “Chin up, Lizzy.” “I hate that name,” Cutler muttered, “You know that.” “Lizzy? You hate Lizzy?” Cutler smiled, looking up at him. “Don’t call me that. I’ll beat you up.” “In that case I’m ‘fraid for my life.” Cutler smiled, resting her head on Phlox’s shoulder. “Fruit of an unknown variety is the specialty today,” Trip said, setting the plates down. “I’d give anything for a nice medium-well steak right now.” “I want a bowl of Rocky Road with chocolate syrup and a couple cherries,” Cutler said. She picked up a piece of fruit, bit off half, made a face and sat it back down. “Bitter.” “We were told by the Vulcan couple across the way that this habitat pod, as the Par’Tek call them, is for couples only,” Phlox told Trip. “Which is why it appears we were all paired.” “There are other Vulcans here?” T’Pol looked at Phlox. “Yes, but they don’t know that they are Vulcans. They were born here, in the vivarium, and separated at birth from their parents. There is also a Ferengi couple. The male was born here and the female was sold to the Par’Tek not long ago. They were mated shortly before we arrived.” “Ferengi sure seem to love their money.” Trip shook his head. “I was hoping Marsha and Eddy were here too.” “They are.” Cutler looked up at Trip. “They’re in the place next to ours. Marsha’s a mess, Trip. She won’t stop crying. Eddy can’t get her to eat anything. She gets violent when the Par’Tek come in. He’s worried they’re going to do something to her.” “I’ll talk to her. See if I can’t help any.” Trip stood up. “I will speak with her,” T’Pol said. “You?” “I am the senior officer.” “T’Pol, this hasn’t anything to do with seniority. Marsha has never handled real tense situations well. She needs moral support. A shoulder to cry on.” “And you believe I cannot provide that?” T’Pol looked up. Trip sighed. “It just..not really your forte, T’Pol.” “If she is upset the last thing she needs is another person’s emotions to deal with.” “She has a point,” Phlox interjected. Trip smiled a little. “Okay. Fine. You take a crack at it. But if you don’t get anywhere, don’t make things worse, okay? I’d like to keep her with Eddy and with us.” T’Pol got up and left. Trip turned to Phlox and Cutler. “So, Lizzy--” Cutler reached out and batted Trip’s arm. She laughed, smiling and relaxing. # McDowny looked up when she heard the bedroom door open and watched T’Pol slip into the room. T’Pol sat down next to her, leaning back against the wall. McDowny closed her eyes. “How well do you know our Captain, Ensign McDowny?” McDowny looked at T’Pol. “What?” “How well do you know Captain Archer, Ensign?” “Not really.” “I know him well since I am his first officer. I believe he will locate and rescue us. He won’t give up until he does.” McDowny watched T’Pol’s eyes. “What if he gets killed? We’ll never know. He’ll never come!” “He won’t get killed.” “How can you be so sure?” “Because I know Captain Archer, Ensign. He has no intention of dying and he strongly believes not to leave any of his crew behind. He will come for us. You must believe in that and restore your hope.” McDowny shook her head, looking down. “I can’t believe that.” T’Pol took McDowny’s hand and pressed down on a pressure point in the middle of McDowny’s palm with her thumb. McDowny looked down at their hands. “Ensign, look into my eyes,” T’Pol instructed. McDowny looked up. “Can you feel the pressure I am applying to your hand?” “Yes.” “Do you believe that I am causing the pressure?” “Yes.” “Why do you believe this?” “Because I can feel it.” “And you are certain I am creating the pressure?” “Yes.” “Look at your hand.” McDowny looked down. T’Pol was holding McDowny’s hand in her own, but had moved her thumb away from the pressure point on her palm. McDowny looked back up at T’Pol. “We may not see or hear Captain Archer, Ensign, but we must believe he is still out there and he will come. We must have hope. I believe in him. So should you.” McDowny threw her arms around T’Pol, hugging her tight. T’Pol hesitantly held her. “Thank you, Sub-Commander. Thank you.” “You are welcome.” # Archer and Malcolm walked into the ready room. Archer leaned on the window edge, looking out across the ships. “Malcolm, tell me your thoughts about that meeting. Do you think they can be trusted? Especially the Par’Tek.” “I don’t know, sir.” Archer looked over his shoulder at Malcolm. “Malcolm.” Malcolm looked uncomfortable. “I..I’m your Armory officer, sir. I don’t know what you’re expecting me to tell you.” “Okay.” Archer turned and sat down on the edge of his desk. “Then what’s the tactical officer in you think about all this?” Malcolm looked down. “If their figures are correct and the Par’Tek are as strong as they claim they are, then we certainly need all the help we can get. It would certainly help our chances of survival.” “And do you trust the Par’Tek involved?” “Frankly, I don’t trust the Vulcan’s involved, but I don’t know that we have much of a choice. We seem to be the only humans involved in this.” “We do, don’t we? I’m feeling nervous about fighting with a Klingon behind me, but I agree about helping our chances of survival.” “Permission to speak freely, sir?” “Granted.” “The Par’Tek involved here I wouldn’t trust any more than a Klingon, but I want our people back and frankly, sir, I’m more than willing to fight alongside an untrustworthy Klingon if it means we can rescue our people.” Archer smiled. “Glad to hear it. Guess we’ve made up our minds, haven’t we?” Malcolm offered a weak smile. “May I add one more thing?” “Go ahead.” “I want Trip or T’Pol back because I do believe I am a rather inadequate first officer, sir.” Archer smiled. “You haven’t been inadequate through this whole thing, Malcolm. Let’s go give ‘em our answer and get this attack underway.” Malcolm nodded once and the two walked out of the ready room. # Trip looked up from the PADD he was reading when he heard the door open and voices in the other room. Trip stood, watching two Par’Tek walk into the bedroom with dart guns. In the other room he heard T’Pol demanding an answer followed by a struggle. Trip’s rage erupted and he attacked the Par’Tek, quickly knocking one unconscious and shooting the other with a dart. Trip ran into the room, finding two were dragging T’Pol toward the door. “LEAVE HER ALONE!” Trip yelled, aiming the dart gun at one. Trip shot the second dart in the gun and it struck the Par’Tek in the neck. Trip ran at the second Par’Tek, tackling him to the floor and punching him. Trip leapt to his feet and grabbed T’Pol’s wrist, dragging her into a run. “CHARLES!” T’Pol yelled, trying to pull away. Trip drug her into the bathroom, slammed the door shut and locked it. “And how is locking ourselves in the bathroom going to help?” T’Pol asked with a hint of sarcasm. “I don’t know. They aren’t separating us.” “We don’t know that’s what they were going to do.” “Don’t we?” “You’re being irrational.” “They aren’t taking you from me!” Trip looked back at her. T’Pol grew still. “Charles, we can’t stay in this bathroom. You know that.” “I know, but I’m not about to let them separate us. Not if there’s a chance in hell that he’s coming to rescue us and I won’t lose you like this. I can’t make it through this without you, sweetheart. I need you. Don’t you get that?” Trip looked back at her. T’Pol watched his face for a few seconds. She walked up to him, laying her hand on his cheek. “Yes. I understand. I don’t want to be separated from you either, but we cannot remain in this bathroom the entire time, Charles.” Trip turned, leaning against the door. He looked down. “Let’s do this. I’m going out to get them to get Gatir and I’ll talk to him. You keep this door locked until I come back. That work for you?” “And what if they take you instead?” “Can we compromise on that?” “I will not wait here for a long time.” “Until the lights go out and come back on. That means it’s day. Deal?” “We can compromise on that.” Trip nodded, looking up at her. “Thanks.” “You are welcome.” Trip unlocked the door and turned the handle. The door was thrown open and four Par’Tek attacked Trip, pinning him to the floor. Two more ran in, holding dart rifles on T’Pol. She backed away, looking down at Trip. “GET OFF ME!” Trip screamed, struggling. “I WANT TO TALK TO GATIR! GET HIM!” T’Pol saw a hypospray passed down to the Par’Tek near Trip’s neck. He shoved the hypospray into Trip’s neck and a second later Trip was lying unconscious on the floor. Gatir pushed through the Par’Tek, talking fast as he came in. He motioned many times to Trip and T’Pol, talking non-stop. He turned to someone outside the bathroom, continuing what he was saying. There was a brief conversation. The three Par’Tek picked up Trip and left the bathroom with him. Gatir turned to T’Pol. “Don’t fight. I beg you, don’t fight, T’Pol. “What is happening?” “They’re leaving you two together. I convinced them. They aren’t separating you two.” “Until when?” “I’m working on it, T’Pol. Please don’t fight.” Gatir left with the other Par’Tek. T’Pol slowly walked out of the bathroom. Trip was lying on the bed. T’Pol walked over to him and knelt beside the bed. She bowed her head to begin praying. She heard someone come into the quarters and looked up. Gatir walked in and crouched beside T’Pol, checking Trip’s vital signs. “Was he overdosed?” T’Pol asked. Gatir barely nodded. “The other keepers don’t care about the..any of you, only about their safety. This is going to last for two days.” Gatir dropped his head down. “But he will be alright?” “Yes. But it’s going to be two days,” Gatir whispered. “Why is that a problem?” “Come close. Pretend you need comfort.” T’Pol slowly she moved in and Gatir put his arm around her. She felt him slide his hand under her shirt and started to move away. “No. Hold still. Trust me,” Gatir whispered in her ear. T’Pol looked at the wall. She felt Gatir slide something solid into the waistband of her pants. Gatir pulled his hand out and pulled her closer with it. “You’re Captain and others are coming to rescue you. This will reverse the drug they gave to Trip. Hide it until they come.” Gatir stood, laying his hand on her shoulder. T’Pol looked up into his eyes. “He’ll live.” Gatir left the room. T’Pol got up and walked around the bed. She knelt to pray, leaning close to the bed. T’Pol slid the hypospray between the mattress and climbed into bed. For several minutes she laid on her back, staring the dark ceiling. T’Pol rolled onto her side, laying her head on Trip’s shoulder and her arm across his chest. “I won’t let them take you, Charles. I love you. I need you.” T’Pol closed her eyes, whispering prayers in her mind. |
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