"Riddick-" her voice broke and she was horrified to hear tears behind the name. Carolyn blinked quickly, her grip tightening. Having him closer made it harder. There was a war happening in her mind - the memories stoking a need for him in her gut, not just to have him touching her, but simply having him around. But this was Richard Riddick. She ran when he killed Johns. She didn't trust him, didn't know him. But she could also remember feeling his heartbeat hard against her cheek, and the memory was dark, no lights on in that run down apartment while he held her. What she didn't remember was feeling afraid, not then. Now, was a different story.