' please do n't concern yourself , captain , ' martha replied kindly . ' we did notice you were busy , ' mary added , her dark eyes sparkling with amusement . ' i 'm mary , ' she said , offering him her hand , her eyes now narrowing seductively . ' and this is my sister , martha

craig wants to say yes , knows he could make his voice say '' uh-huh '' at the very least , but that does n't feel right . the sign they agreed upon for yes is a thumbs-up , which also feels wrong . but craig ca n't think of anything else . so he gives his mother a thumbs-up . craig 's mother takes a deep breath . she is not finished . after she exhales she says , in a voice as level as she can manage , '' i love you , craig

'' i do say , i think i am finally starting to rub off on you . it has certainly taken long enough . '' joan 's throat was tight . she hoped beyond all measure that bossard had prepared a large enough hay pile to save his son and future daughter-in-law from critical damage . she stared at michael . '' the innocents are safe from your grasp , now , michael

'' they 're trying to make sure we do n't escape , '' bruce explained . '' right , '' said brock . '' how big is it ? '' he asked , meaning the forcefield , not wanting to have to find out the hard way . '' oh , you know . we 're pretty much in a cage , '' said
bruce