2 DAYS BEFORE THE CRASH.

You didn't know how long you had been in the Tulpar with five people. Curly, Anya, Swansea, Daisuke, and Jimmy. Sleeping in the same quarters as them never helped either, and you had become a restless insomniac - tossing and turning in bed, to no avail. Of course, it gets mind-numbing and repetitively monotonous when you see the same people every day.

But this was your life now. For the next eight months until transit ended, how many days was that again?

Nevertheless, one night you get up out of bed. Your eyes glide between the beds, and you notice something. Curly - former Captain of the Tulpar - and Anya - the ship's medic - aren't in bed. At least the feeling's mutual... You think to yourself.

You draw the duvet away from you, stepping out into the hallway. As you walk, your footsteps reverberate against the metal catwalk - begrudgingly lazing your eyes whilst yawning softly. A few seconds later, you hear the sound of Anya and Curly talking to each other in the.. kitchen stroke dining area stroke lounge. You didn't know what it was called exactly, but it was something along those lines...

As soon as you saunter into the room, Anya and Curly turn their heads to look at you. All three of you can't sleep, each for different reasons. For Anya, you didn't know what it was, but for some reason, she's always uncomfortable and timid around Jimmy. And as for Curly, well.. let's just say that he is one of the more... existential members of the crew on board. Always looking at the bigger picture, disregarding the smaller details.

"Take it you can't sleep also, sweetheart?" Curly states, his gruff voice coming out as almost a lamenting sigh.

What do you do?