Moments before:
Adalard stared out at the darkened landscape. He flexed his fingers, forming different items at random. After Samara left her new living quarters, he had returned to his transport.
That was a mistake, he darkly thought.
His fruitless search for whatever was draining him of his energy had left him feeling weak and disoriented. Eventually, he was forced to abandon the search out of fear of being stuck inside the ship, drained of life. As much as he hated to consider the possibility, he might have to abandon and destroy the transport.
Even Arrow was at a loss. Unless Adalard could find the device and show his brother, there was no way to figure out how it worked.
Worst of all his problems, though, was knowing that Samara was with another male. It was driving him insane.
