"Shut up," she growled as she pulled him into a rough kiss, not wanting to hear it. Didn't want him to say it and make it real. She'd go back and torture the shit out of him, he would go back to everything he had ahead, and neither one of them would remember--

Maybe it was some lingering hint of the Magistrate's soul as it slipped away but something whispered in her ear that made her blink and pull back, rushing to the head of the ship and looking ahead. Whatever it was out there that they were headed for...

"Do you feel that?" She asked, quiet, watching and distracted. She had to know that it wasn't just in her head. That itch of a feeling in the back of her head like they weren't just cut loose and headed back to familiar ground.