"What a surprise to see a dead man walking in," Came a voice strongly similar to Willis.

I turn my head towards the left after entering the room all completely.

I stare in shock to what I see.

Willis sitting in a chair missing his left leg.Well, he has only the knee part left of his left leg remaining. Of course his leg is covered and wrapped up so all the very ugly site is not in view. Beside the chair is a long spear with the head of a Exenomorph strangely yielding the sign of a star on it's forehead and Willis is not waving a cigarette around.

Loki stops, right beside me, probably sharing the same reaction I am having.

"You are the one who should be dead,Willis." Loki said.

Willis smiles.

"That's what good old Ronny boy told me after seeing my sorry stump!" Willis said.

"...You don't have a wooden leg." Loki said.

"I meant what is left of my knee," Willis said. "I lost my left leg," Willis lightly pats on his left leg. Willis flinches even when doing the tapping pretty light. "The ugly ass lizard challenged me and I won."

I look over towards the Exenomorph skull in disbelief then back over to Willis.

"How...did you survive?" Loki asks.

"That's really...unbelievable." I agree.

"Fortunately I was found by the 2nd Predator," Willis said. "As it turns out this teenager was about to kill me." Willis looks over to his trophy with a bright smile. He turns his attention away from it. "I gave the plasma gun to the teenager. Luckily I had lost my guns taking down that little brat so he let me go. I found an exit to the surface then dragged my sorry ass all the way to the building where Ron found me at the doorstep."

"You were in here for the entire time?" I ask.

"In fact I was," Willis said. "We saw everything; the explosion and the whole big Exenomorph queen facing the Predator." His smile fades at the last part. "What about Blaine and Wilson?"

Loki and I share a glance then look back towards Willis.

"They're dead," I said. "All of them."

"Aw," Willis said,shaking his head lightly. "Too bad for them."

Ron came swinging a key around his index finger whistling.

"Ready to go, mateys?" Ron asks, brightly.

"Uh, no," Loki said. "I am not."

Ron slides the key into a machine.

"Plane or by the car, Emily?" Ron asks, not even turning the car.

"Car," I said. "Any day."

"And you?" Ron asks, directing his comment towards Loki.

Loki blankly stares as if Ron had requested Loki fetch a dragon claw with the broom of a witch.

"Neither," Loki said.

"You'll prefer to freeze to death while walking back through the ocean?" Ron asks. "You're mad."

"Why would I walk on the ocean?" Loki asks.

I went back to the elevator grabbing my purse left on the counter.

"This is a question of how you want to leave Bouvet Island." Ron said.

That's what I came in to the 2nd room for; my purse.

I press the button hearing Loki and Ron share a unique conversation.

"This doesn't make sense," Loki said. "We're here for a couple hours, lose some people, and right after we get back; it's time to go."

The elevator doors closed, and I waited, and waited hearing the music going on the elevator. It is playing my favorite song by TJ Willis called 'Golden Star' being a country song. I tap my boots to it lightly humming along the lyrics. The melody matched the lyrics 'Standing in the night, acting like a night light, attracting moths in the night' in a really cool way. The elevator doors slide back right at the last part of the song.

"Golden star," I repeat the lyric in a sing along voice. "Why you shine brightly in the night."

I get on my winter gear.

Just prior to going into the tunnel I had sneaked the RG unusual finding item into my car in the trunk. I press my thumb on the blue button on the side of the door frame hearing the doors coming to a sliding close. The trails of snow became lighter and the fog lifts up. The key are in my coat pocket. I know where exactly where I parked the company car. Thought I heard the sound of boots crunching in the snow. I look over my shoulder seeing nothing but heavy fog blocking my view. I furrow my eyebrows feeling a bit irritated that I can't see what is following me.

I held my gloved hands up and press the green button.

A beep came from the distant car.

I slide the keys into my coat pocket.

The crunching gets louder.

Eventually I did not hear the deep loud crunching behind me.

It is like someone plucked the follower and dropped them in a unknown location.

I get closer and closer to the car seeing the shape of a figure in the back seat with boots on the window. The boots slide back and forth just like they were making a snow angel in the snow. I get to the drivers side then tug the door open, sat into the comfy soft leather seat, and shut the driver side door. I turn on the car using the keys into the ignition.

"You are far slow in the snow." Loki complains.

"What a rhyme." I said. "Maybe you should meet up with The Riddler and advise some rhyming riddles."

"I am sorry, but I am not rhyming." Loki said as the car lifts off.

"Well, I am not what you are." I said.

"A Frost Giant," Loki said. "But really an Asgardian." I can see his clueless face from the review mirror. "Who in the realms would call themselves The Riddler?"

"Tim Carry," I said. "And then there is the The Joker Curse. Who-ever portrays the Joker in a cartoon or movie gets bad luck. I can't exactly explain it right without making sense. Because that's the thing; it doesn't make a damn sense at all."

The car flew into the sky turning invisible.

"Don't you get hot in that gear?" Loki asks.

"Well," I said. "Either you're sitting on my high heels or you want to crash land."

"Didn't you mention there's auto-pilot for this?" Loki reminds me.

"Nerd." I said.

"I detest the name made by the greeks," Loki said. "I really hate it."

"No," I said. "The greeks coined the word 'geeks' not nerds."

"Then who coined the word nerds?" Loki said.

"Science Fiction guys." I said. "Quite innocent in the beginning but now is a stereotype sadly."

I realize then that Loki is engaging with a conversation with me about what he hates.

"You can say that again," Loki said. "Tell me you have some forms of entertainment."

Living for 621 years I can agree with Loki's comment.

"Why you've got taller or you're sitting on some high heels," I said, seeing Loki's head on the left hand part of the window across from the right window. Loki takes out a pair of ruby red high heels from underneath his bottom then toss them to the passenger seat beside me with precis aiming. "Thank you. You'll be on autopilot staring at the ceiling for the rest of the flight."

Loki stares at me in over-exaggerated horror.

"Is that what you do without technology?" Loki asks.

"Yes," I said. "Living for so long you get bored of the new hip and hot technology."

I slide in a disk into the radio and hit play getting out of my winter gear.

Well that audio book quickly got Loki's attention.

Yes, that's all I do without any forms of entertainment.

I listen to audio books.