"I think - I hope," he corrected himself, "that we'll find out soon."

He was not overly worried, he had time. He was mostly mildly annoyed at being stuck here, in this dusty place. The observation rooms had taken some of the edge off of that irritation, but it still remained, addled by his weakened state and the knowledge that Rebekah might think that he had run out on her.

He could see the look on her face when he told her that no, he had in fact been abducted and transported to a space station.

"And I know that there is no point worrying over it," he added. "Take one day at a time, Alayne. It is too soon to tell either way."