Six months. Six months and he hadn't escaped this yet. Something was not right about this, very not right. Six months, three of him, and they were still trapped here. Fine, she wasn't here, but where the **** were his companions. Wasn't that what they were for, to kick his sorry tail when it needed it? Well fine, she was here now, and she would make sure he saw the back of this Q. Even knowing it meant her death.

"Then, we have a lot to do," she said simply, leaving it to his imagination what she meant.