Life was exhausting, regardless of location. Life on a starship where things seemed to go wrong regularly and without apology. And it was only the first week. Exhausting usually led to notions of sleep. Exhausting for Christine Chapel meant no chance in all the universe of her sleeping naturally, so she might as well make the most of her time ( Read more... )

Light slowly trickled into the quarters, announced by the gentle build up of music. It was church music, oddly suited to the echoing of the metal walls, tricking his ear into thinking the ceiling was higher, the walls further apart, the room not so empty. It was the closest Leonard could get to life as he used to know it. He’d lost that too in ( Read more... )