We're still stuck on the prison planet, and I'm pregnant.

I cycle between three states. Hungry. Horny. Weepy.

I eat french fries dipped in vanilla pudding.

I look like a beached whale.

I'm also scared. No one knows what my child will look like, or what species she’ll be.

She could be human or Draekon, or…
Something else entirely. Something new.
Daughter of Draekons.