A strange rumbling humming noise roused Martha a few hours later, and she slowly blinked awake. Curled up at her side a ginger cat nestled, purring happily. Slowly she reached out her hand towards the creatures head, lazily it opened one eye and it’s purring ceased. Martha stilled her hand. For a few moments they contemplated each other. The cat sniffed the air and brushed his cheek against Martha’s hand. For a short while they lay quietly, she stroked the cats head gently, and it’s eyes closed again.
From his position in the doorway, The Captain watched Martha’s hand gently stroke the cats head. He wondered if there may come a time when her hand might touch his own face with the same tenderness. Quietly he walked away leaving her with the cat.