Adrift

They’ve been waiting for me for a month, give or take. It’s a shock, followed by rage; I’ll never find Kaetlyn like this. So much time lost.

When we split up, I ran straight into another time distortion. VITS found a place for Jon and Deirdre to wait, in case I survived. In case?

I round the next corner. Jon and Deidre are waiting for me. Weird – they went the other way. De’s hair is longer. Jon has a short beard. Oh.

We all head in opposite directions, the Voice In The Speaker shouting threats as we go. I round a corner and things. move. very . s l o w .

We split up, so frazzled by the constant attacks that the final decision is based on ewhat will irritate The Voice most, not what’s smart.

Jon suggests we split up. I mention that not to shift blame, but to… Actually, no: it is to shift blame – splitting up was not my idea.

Threats keep coming. We keep moving. The Voice praises ‘proper avoidance’. When we *don’t* do what it expects it gets… exasperated.

Hot air through the vents. I get goosebumps through the sweat. Yes, space is cold, but the biggest problem inside a ship? Heat.

We’re able seal both hatches leading into this service area and catch our breath. The Voice can’t pop a manual hatch. Or so we thought.

Right turn. Left turn. Service Ladder? Yes; above the gas is good. Above the gas means we can stop running. The Voice does not approve.