It's day 87.... 88... 103...? You can't remember anymore. Everything has drastically changed since the Freighter crashed into an asteroid that could've been avoided. Everyone's been pointing fingers at Curly as the cause, and you can't disagree. He was in the cockpit at the time. The shortage of food and the declining mental health of everyone in the ship has stressed you to a point that you can't help but notice how childish you've become. There's something about the comfort of a parental figure that fills the void that the crash caused.

One day after working on one of the vents in the lobby, you found yourself getting a laceration on your arm from a sharp edge. Anya came to your aide as soon as possible, reassuring you as you whimpered and groaned through the stitching. You couldn't help but murmur your words of gratitude- "Thank you, mama." Those words stuck with her up to the next morning, toying with her rations as she stared off in thought. Daisuke was a few feet away with his own rations, squinting his eyes as his parted lips delay to ask his question. "Earth to Anya! You've been acting space-y all day. What's up with you?"