Four months after the crash.

Almost all hope had been lost on the Tulpar. Before Curly had the chance to confront Jimmy about what he had done to Anya, Jimmy attempted, and succeeded to crash the ship. Curly managed to run to the cockpit and minimize the damage, but it was too late. The Tulpar was out of commission, drifting through space with no way to return. Curly managed to escape the onslaught of foam, leaving Jimmy to suffocate.

You worked for a space scrap company. You spent your time in space scrapping abandoned spaceships or anything else you could find to turn profit. You and your crew noticed a spaceship, decided to dock at its port and see if it was worth anything in the inside.

You stepped through the silent halls of the seemingly abandoned ship. The electricity seemed to be cut, but a faint humming could be heard. Following the noise, you were greeted with a sealed door. Light seeped through the cracks of the door. There was powder in this room. There were people in this room.

Swansea lounged on the couch they had dragged in, muttering about how hopeless they were. Daisuke on the ground against the couch, just… thinking. Anya counted and recounted each screw in every panel. Curly sat at a wooden table, his head in his hands. how had it come to this?