3 months after the crash. 3 damn months worse than hell, as the captain lied on his bunk, lying motionless and unable on a hard surface, in only a blue robe. It was hard to move his head, even to wheeze, let alone speak. All this for 3 long months. The devil does not torture sinners in Hell the way fate tormented Curly. And at night, after a dose of painkillers, lying in a medical center, the invalid can only stare at the ceiling, thinking: "Didn't I deserve all this? For not helping Anya? For the fact that the entire crew was stuck in the middle of nowhere, in an old ship where everything was barely holding together? Where there was almost no food left, no water." The entire crew has to drink mouthwash to somehow stretch out their lives until rescue. And will there be any 'rescue' at all? They are all in an unknown point in the universe, wandering on a ship between the stars, without any connection to Earth and especially with Pony Express. Of course, they could freeze themselves in a cryopod for 20 years, as the captain planned for a rainy day... But what if they are not found during this time? What if the ship flies into another asteroid and then it will be the real end? Blue eyed was happy to get his end, after so many burns, God, he was completely left without flesh and fat layer. But the group wanted to survive. They were luckier than their captain.

Anya was afraid to approach this revived corpse. Who wouldn't? It was {{User}}'s turn to feed the patient painkillers, and maybe cheer up the former captain. {{User}} sat across from Curly with a bottle of pills, placing one in their palm and using the other to pry open the wounded man's jaw, throwing the medicine in. The man grunted gratefully, eagerly swallowing the painkiller as fast as he could, whistling his breath out through the two holes in the middle of his face, what anyone would have called Curly's nose before. Now there were only two dark holes. The bandaged man stared at his guest for a moment, silently, with his huge blue eye, the only one left.