Recap
He ought to have snagged some grub while I slept. I grabbed my stuff, including my purse and water bottle, and followed him into the cockpit, where we dined.
Approximately one hour and fifteen minutes from now, we will have arrived at Station 3. The thought occurred to me as I unsuccessfully attempted to chew on something stringy that tasted like it should have been flesh but wasn't.
There was a time when I thought he would want to see me. Stunning as this is, consensus is hard to come by.
"It's only natural that I'd like to get some extra shut-eye. We're limited to the barest minimum of thrust because anything more could set up an ion trail that would lead right back to us.
To which she said, "That's a disgrace," and I agreed. This is a brilliant idea, as thrilling experiences are better when shared with others.
