The sun was setting. The colors were vibrant and wonderous. The waves lapped at Marta's bare feet. She stood knee deep in the ocean, staring out at the blissful sun. It was blood red and it gave the water an odd shade of dark blue. She sighed in content. It had been only a month since they'd created new identities for themselves and had disappeared off the face of the earth.

A hand slipped into hers, and she squeezed it, smiling. She glanced at Aaron out of the corner of her eye and saw that he was just as happy as she was. For the first time, he looked relaxed. Like he wasn't worried any more.

"It's beautful," she said, breaking the peaceful silence between them.

He looked at her, a smile on his lips. "What's beautiful?" he asked her.

She gave him a questioning look. "The sun, of course," she replied dreamily.

He grinned. Whenever she got that look in her eyes he knew she was off in her own little world. "Hey Marta," he said.

"What?" she whispered as a soft breeze lifter her dark hair off her shoulders.

"There's something more beautiful than that," he said, pointing at the red-orange ball of light.


"Yeah. See, I have a confession to make. There's this woman I know," he paused when she looked at him suspicously. "And I kind of owe her everything."

"Who is she?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"See, she's this doctor who saved my life, and I kind of ruined hers."

"I bet she thinks that you're the best," she said.

"See, this woman is more beautiful than any ball of orange light that's going to be replaced by a cirlce full oh crators in an hour."

She waited for him to go on, blushing madly. He smirked at her. "And her name," he said, hugging her tightly, "just happens to be Marta Shearing."

A/N: This = Boredom. Loved the movie way too much? I dont think so!
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