Life in the shooter was pretty much the same everyday. Wake up at some random time, sleep at some random time. No one was actually hungry up in space, but the rations kept decreasing at a slow steady rate. Time worked differently now that they were going super fast in space. But Tybus had brought along his cherished handwatch with him and that was still intact.
After 72 hours passed in that watch, Tybus ordered his crew to start filling the tank with New Zealand coal.
After a while, the efficient crew set it up and carefully, untied Romeo's wrists from the steel wires. Romeo had fallen asleep and now, sensing movement around him, he opened his eyes.
"What?" he mumbled, his head lolling from side to side. "Did we reach?"
