Lockheed had of course relished every visit to Dejah since their first sexual encounter together, and it was a simple task to fly over to her apartment and enjoy each other's company once more, sex or otherwise. He had learnt some more about her home world and in turn she'd learnt more about his race and their travels in deep space since leaving their world.

He hadn't come every night, not wishing to exhaust her, but regularly was still the norm. He was visiting now, flying across and perching on the window to see if she could see her within, but of Dejah there was no sign.