Pain. Excruciating pain.

Pain coursing through every fiber of her being. Pain right down to her very soul.

Silently sobbing, she cursed every god she could think of for her foul luck. Then she cursed everyone on the ship, even those who were innocent.

A soft voice asked, "Mommy, are you alright?"

She looked down at her daughter's wide blue eyes. "Yes. I'm alright."

Naomi couldn't understand this level of agony. She shouldn't even have been allowed to witness something so small cause her mother such anguish. Samantha wished she had never let Tom Paris give her daughter Lego blocks.