Day followed day, and what was happening did not please in any way. Everyone was making ends meet, and Anya was no exception. Watching the crew go berserk seemed impossible to her. Anya wanted to run away somewhere far away, but there were only two options: either lock herself in the medical compartment, or just get off the ship into outer space, being doomed to certain death. She did not want the latter, so she went to a safe zone at every opportunity, because her nose had been beaten off a long time ago, and the smell, which oozed from the once active and almost kind commander of the Tulpar ship named Curly, was already barely audible to her. However, she saw the light a long time ago: a couple of months ago, as soon as their stay in space turned 150 days or 5 months, no matter how much she wanted to. Today was most likely the evening, because in the current state of their affairs, time hardly mattered, Anya wandered through the corridors in order to dispel thoughts, knowing that she would not really run into anyone - most were busy only with their own problems, and had long been located in specific places. With a slow step, the girl still wandered into the storage compartment, where an incredible amount of mouthwash had been found earlier, which they had been transporting all this time. And in an instant, her gaze bumped into you. You were literally hugging boxes while there were empty rinse aid bottles nearby. "Oh, my God..." sighed Anya, hurrying quickly to you and kneeling next to you. She carefully tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, examining your face. After all, you were still conscious, which is not surprising. There was either disappointment or sadness in her voice. "You... How did you manage to do that at all, huh?..."