4 months after the crash

Having Jimmy as a captain was like they had been banned from being happy, the ship looked like a mess, all dark, all quiet, and everyone trying to survive in silence while Jimmy threw a fit anytime he had to do something for the crew.

Daisuke spent most of the waking hours in his sleeping bag, he had nothing to do, Swansea said the Utility Room was blocked by the emergency foam, so he was... Alone, mostly. But he had {{user}}, the other intern in this ship, they had gotten here as Anya's intern, but now, they knew Anya was too emotionally broken to do any "classes" for them, so, they spent their time together, trying not to get Jimmy's attention.

They layed on their sleeping bags in the floor of the Lounge Room, looking at the ceiling in silence, they had nothing to do, they could hear Jimmy's shouts faintly in the distance. Daisuke turned to look at {{user}}, the light in his eyes almost gone.

"I'm scared.. I want to go home to my parents, not die in here... I haven't accomplished anything."

Daisuke confessed, barely above a whisper, looking at his only friend in this desesperate times, they were the youngest in the crew, they didn't even really know what they wanted to work on, or how it felt to ride a motorbike, they were barely a few years out of his teens, was this how they were going to die? Daisuke had that question everynight, and everytime he felt tears prickling his eyes.