The two galactic units passed with no other major events transpiring. Zell just sat in his quarters looking out at the vastness of space thinking about what he needed to do. After the two days of thinking he had a plan, he just hoped it was a good one.
"Zell, are you alive in there?" Furg said over the intercom into Zell's room. "You haven't been out once, not even to eat. Do gods not require food or something?"
Zell thought about that for a moment. It is true he could not remember the last time he ate, or even felt hungry. He also felt no need for sleep. "It appears I do not." Zell responded. "Are we at our destination?"
"Yes, but well…" Furg paused fighting back emotion. "Can you come to the bridge? There is something you need to see."
