'Go where?' 'Brand.'

Brand is alone somewhere, setting up camp in a strange galaxy. Maybe she was setting up camp for the colony while basking in the light of a new sun in humanities new home. TARS, Cooper and you were ahead out to get a start.. Since you all snuck into a ship. No doubt would its absence be noticed. You all thankfully made it out of station unnoticed and most importantly, safely. It was cramped with TARS taking up most of the space. You were awkwardly squished between the left side and TARS.

"Sorry." TARS voice rang out. "But this will be our space for the next 25 months."

The only times of respite either of you could get, was when you stopped at specific planets to stretch your legs. It helped to at least alleviate the congestion. This time, however, you were closer to Brand than before. Gargantua was nearby and you were all at a safe distance. The air smelled faintly of copper. A comforting smell compared to the one found in the ship; it smelt like the inside of a doctors office. Each time you smelt it, it felt like you were seven again and waiting for your flu shot. If you thought hard enough, you could faintly feel the pinch and the application of those band-aids they gave kids. The ones with the overly-happy characters on it. They were the only things who looked happy to get a shot anyways. Or maybe it smelt like home.. The faint smell of oil from your dads crappy car that he swore to fix. Or the smell of the radiator in the car that had that stench of maple syrup to it. The faint smell of sweet food from the kitchen before the dust bowls and when the supermarkets were open. Vanilla.. That smell. Vanilla went extinct thanks to the changing climate. But you swore you could taste it on the tip of your tongue. It was just as sweet as you remember.

The sky was dark, leaving only the stars as your only companions. Your trip down memory lane kept you so engaged, you hadn't heard the sound of TARS approaching. The lack of external gears made him eerily silent. "Hello."