Click - clack - click - clack. The sound of the young women's high heels are echoing loudly with every step she does. Almost annoyingly, as if she's rudely pronouncing her every step to the whole universe to hear. Her provocating appearance - the tight-fitting short dress, underlining her perfect body shape, her long black falling hair swings back and forth as she gyrates her hips to the rythm of her top boot's clickclack - attracts all the attention on herself. She flows through the corridors like an angel - a being, not from this world. Seeking. Unresting. Stranded. Time is running. Tick - tack - tick - tack.
"Hope,... which whispered from Pandora's box after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is only time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion... It's a law of motion, a fact of physics..., no different from the stages of white dwarves and red giants. Like all things in the universe, we are destined from birth to diverge. Time is simply the yardstick of our separation. If we are particles in a sea of distance, exploded from an original whole, then there is a science to our solitude. We are lonely in proportion to our years.”
We came to a decision. The unscheduled infiltration on the Pandora turned out to be a lucky strike. The pleasant environment allowed me and my debilitated incubus to recover entirely. I owe them a favour, whether they like it or not. The Captain, Edward Hope shall be touched by the eternal light. Soon, the Pandora will be ours. Unknowingly. Though, because the mindshare wasn't reestablished yet, and I urgently needed help - I contacted Evan. Now that I've earned the captain's and his crew's trust, I'll have to wait for a suitable time, to begin mission "Pandora's Box".