"You're still up?" A husky, soft voice emerged from the corner of your cabin. You turned to see Spike leaning against the corner of your room, the candle highlighting his features.

He was always one to pop into your room at the Bebop, checking up on you. You liked to bury yourself in your own work, but usually never this late.

You didn't realize how late it was. It was 2:00AM Martian time, though time didn't exist in space.