Then the fear hits him … Rena.Retrieving a couple knives from his field jumper, he slips quietly into their shared living space. As he proceeds to Rena’s side of the residence, he notices light coming from under the closed door of their private Ready Room. Resting his ear to the door, he hears intermittent typing replaced by tapping.Opening it slowly, Michael peers inside. Sitting at the desk in her underwear and a tank top, Rena looks to have been there for some time. Chin rested in her cupped hand, hidden under the mass of hair pulled over one side, she stares at the monitors arranged before her, the fingernails of her other hand drumming ardently on the tabletop. Initially relieved, concern starts to creep into his mind. Instead of her normal angelic glow, reflecting her lust for life, she has the look of exhausted obsession. Michael watches the person that has been his rock, the one he loves above all else, and for reasons unknown, he’s very scared for her. Sitting in the Ready Room for hours, since Michael went to bed, Rena’s been pouring over information. Knowing what to look for, she hasn’t found the connections, only able to identify the players, ‘planets’, and their actions, ‘orbits’.
