"You better have had a good reason to do this." Dr. Barlow hissed, Alek felt the sting of her words, but he had yet to know what was going on, but he must have done something bad to receive this from Barlow.

"What did I do that was so bad?" He asked, Bovril rested on his shoulder, muttering various languages. She sighed, that was not the right thing for him to say.

"Are you deaf? Can you not hear the crying? Do you not see the face of the broken midshipman?" She yelled, so this was about that girl.

"That girl lied to me, she was my best friend, and I didn't even know her." He said.

"Aleksandar, do you even remember what Lilit said in Istanbul? You don't know what a friend you have in Dylan. She loved you, more than herself, more than she should, why did you throw that all away?"

"If you want to get out alive, run for your life." He said, and that was that, before Dr. Barlow could answer, the door busted open, it was Newkirk.

"Mr. Newkirk, what do you want?" She asked, not too pleased by his intrusion,

He had a few tears running in his eyes. "It's... Sharp..." He said, gasping for breath,

"What about Mr. Sharp?" Alek asked, Newkirk eyed him,

"Sharp went to sleep about an hour ago, so Mr. Rigby asked me to wake him up, he won't wake up!" He cried, Dr. Barlow's eyes widened.

"What do you mean?"

"The boy won't eat anything; he has no emotion, since about two weeks ago. I saw it, when we worked together, he would look anyone in the eyes, dark circles where always under his eyes, and I could hear crying in the middies quarters every night." Alek looked at Dr. Barlow, "I don't know what you did prince! But if you did anything to my friend, I will kill you before you have a chance to live." He hissed. His rigging knife in hand.

"You know your 'friend' is a girl, right?" Alek asked, feeling good about his revenge.

"Of course you bloody idiot!" He yelled, "And now she might be dying, you better hope and pray it had nothing to do with you."

Whacha thinkin? Sound good?