Three hours later Drake was sitting on the bridge. They were some way from the next jump point so the crew should have been relaxed… but he could tell Sonia was on edge. She kept shifting in her seat and even glancing behind her.
Worse, with his tiredness he was having trouble shutting out the feelings coming from her, from the whole crew. He could sense she felt something was wrong.
“Sonia,” he said. “You’re shifting around in that seat like it’s hot enough to cook eggs on. Is something wrong?”
“No, Captain. That is… well… I can’t help thinking something is watching me. I keep getting this sensation someone’s on the bridge with us and is watching everything we do, but that’s ridiculous.”
Jensen turned sharply, and stared at Sonia.
“Jensen, are you feeling the same?” Drake aske
