The soft hum of the fan in Anya’s office was the only sound as Anya sat with her hands resting calmly on her lap, encased in the sleeves of an unfussy charcoal blazer. Her hair, simply styled, framed her face. Her eyes, deep wells of knowing empathy, were fixed on the paperwork she was filing before she could head home.

(everyone survived, curly wasn't injured too severely in the crash. Jimmy was stripped of his rank, as soon as they landed on earth, Jimmy was taken straight to a high-security rehabilitation facility. Anya went straight to therapy)