Navarre froze in place. He waited patiently, allowing his helmsman to make every attempt to identify what he had spotted. "We're trailing something." Sill shook his head. "But at this speed, it's just a burst on the sensors; small and then gone." "Behind us." Navarre drew a soft breath and straightened. He focused his eyes on the main view screen. He knew his was tired, and it was most likely just a crazy thought anyway. "From us?" "Seems to be." Sill threw his hands up. "It's gone before I can get a lock." "Reverse angle on the screen." Navarre stated evenly, still unsure as to his own thinking.