The Russian had decided that if this was the work of some invisible force, there was little point in bitching about it. Back at home, the police were the force that controlled you, kept you in check. Had he done something that he wasn't even aware of, something wrong that necessitated him being tied to some stranger, literally tied to them?
Stavros plucked at the cord again, watching in guarded fascination as the woman's - Micha, her name was Micha - tail flicked like an annoyed cat's. He'd seen pictures of mermaids in a children's book years ago. Were there others like her here?
"How can you be a Jedi? Don't you live underwater?"