"Shit." There is still a very large part of her that is convinced this isn't real. She is not getting naked with Richard Riddick. For a moment, it is almost as though she can hear Johns laughing at her - Carolyn, Carolyn, Carolyn. Such a fucking idiot.

But his hands cradle her and she can't remember ever feeling so safe. Maybe this is because they've both finally lost it. Maybe she's dead. But ultimately it doesn't seem to matter a whole lot. She's kicking out of her pants, leaving her in thin underwear and nothing else. He's pulling her hips up still, to get her pants off, and she's dragging her hands up the backs of his thighs.