Narrator:Kgalastan, 11th precinct, aboard the U.N.S. Battleplate Morokweng. . .
Ambassador Breya:Where is everybody?
Haban II:Isn't it obvious? They're keeping us in isolation.
Ambassador Breya:That's a good thing, right?
Haban II:No. They're already planning to kill anybody who knows too much. They're trying to limit the damage by isolating me from anybody I might talk to.
Ambassador Breya:Umm. . . Honey, have you told me enough that I know too much?
Haban II:I don't think they care. Besides, you know I know too much, and that may be too much in and of itself.
Ambassador Breya:When we said "until death parts us" I didn't it to expect it to end like this.
Haban II:As I recall we were on the run from the U.N.S., sending subversive messages, and expecting death to come suddenly and without warning.
Ambassador Breya:Right. Suddenly and without warning. . . not after waiting around for the executioner.
Haban II:Heh. Maybe we'll get the best of both worlds. . . We'll wait around for the executioner, and then suddenly the room will explode.
