Eventually, she cleared her throat and gently grasped his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "There's still too many questions and I think we might find answers on the ship we crashed in. If you DID crash into someone (and kill them, she added silently) then surely there will be marks of it even in the state our ship is in."

John stared at her, trying to make sense of the fragmented images that seemed to by toying with him, floating in and out of his memory, not remaining long enough for him to make any sense of them. "You have my last name ..." he whispered, the pain of that evident in his eyes. "If ... if I'm your prisoner and you were supposed to kill me ... why do you have my last name?"