"No Sire. There was no mention of it in my book." She paused for a moment. "Sire, my book said we lived in Cairo, and that my husband's name is... was... Sofian. He was a commander, CL-8, a Priest." She looked very timid. "Sire?"I nodded. "Yes? It's okay to speak freely. Ask anything you want." Yes, sincere gratitude. Sire? Can I walk to Cairo? Is it possible?"I sighed. "Cairo is about ninety kilometers north from here. My wife and I are on a survival test too. We're heading south to Jericho." I. Standing up, I looked around at the wreckage and saw several men clinging to wreckage and shouted out, "I won't fire, and you may send one boat to pick up your survivors. Anymore and I will kill them and anyone in the boats."A few minutes later, a single longboat came around the island and started picking up the men in the water. They picked up six men, and started rowing away from us. A man in a blood red shirt appeared on the island with a white flag as soon as the boat was out of sight."What. Then Tyler was at her side, silently slipping his arm around her back, lightly touching her, his fingers caressing, reigniting the promise of what could be as he escorted her to a seat next to him.Veronica plopped herself into Kevin's lap, laying her head in his shoulder. She saw his hand emerge from behind her, holding her tightly to him. Veronica put her face into his ear, and she watched her husband's mouth and eyes drop open."You know what Nika's telling him, don't you?" she heard, feeling. “Have a good time.” Nancy smiled knowingly at what her daughter had planned later on.“And you take care of my daughter.” Jim mustered up some manliness when he noticed the couple next door walk by.“I, I will Mr. Danvers.” David looked back over at Meghan’s father.“Hi, Paul, Harriet.” Jim and Nancy waved at their neighbors, whom they had known for almost fifteen years.Paul, who had just turned forty-five, worked as a stockbroker and almost always wore a tie. Shorter than her somewhat tall.