Once Bruce had entered the navigation bridge and we were safely out of his sight line, I sat up and began cutting through the riot cuffs on my legs.

“What’s going on?â€? Jen could hear my attempts to break free, but could not see them as she was lying on her side facing away from the action. “Phil?â€?

“Well, right now Jen, I’m trying to get us out of here.â€? My pocketknife sliced through the cuffs and my legs were free. “But first I have a few questions for you.â€?

“What do you mean? Questions for me?â€? She tried to roll over, but her arms—tied behind her back—got in the way. So she twisted her head around to look at me. “What sort of questions? Phil come on, untie me before Bruce gets back.â€? I could hear a panic in her voice.

“Did you hear what Bruce said earlier, about us being traitors because we’re both alive?â€?

“Yeah, and?â€? A strained grunt escaped as she tried again to roll over.

“Well I’ve been thinking. I’m pretty sure I know why they let me live, but what I don’t know is why they let you live. Ideas?”