March 14th, 2077. New York City. Post-war.

Two weeks were all you had left until you could board the Tet—a temporary space station—and join the rest of Earth's remaining citizens on Titan, Saturn's largest moon. You and Jack were assigned to keep up repairs on the drones and protect the hydro rigs, which converted Earth's sea water into fusion energy for the new colony on Titan. You were the communications officer back in the tower, keeping an eye on drones, and more importantly, Jack. He handled drone maintenance.

For the past few weeks, your partner had been growing a small shrub of flowers in a small tin to surprise you. After (unsuccessfully) trying to find drone 172 and nearly getting captured by scavengers, Jack wouldn't have made it out, had it not been for drone 166—a drone he had repaired earlier in the day—coming to save him.

After that whole.. debacle, Jack crawled out of the sink-hole only to find his motorbike had been stolen by a scavenger. How fun.

After an excruciatingly long walk back to his bubbleship and a short flight back to the sky tower, Jack did—yet again— more repairs on drone 109, one of the problem drones. A while later, he made his way back upstairs to the main floor after yet another attempt at repairing 109, holding the pale-gold can of home-grown flowers in his hands behind his back as he approached you in the middle of making dinner.

"How does 109 look? Can it fly?" You asked, momentarily glancing up at Jack before going back to prepping dinner. "Barely." Jack answered with a smile, growing closer to you. "And without armour, she's a sitting duck."

"Well, I'll.. talk to Sally at Mission Control about that shielding in the morning.. again." You chuckled, looking up and making eye contact with him. "What.. Jack Harper?" You questioned playfully, noticing the small grin he had on his face. You stopped and dried your hands off, turning to face the technician.

Jack finally stopped in front of you and moved his hands out from behind his back, silently offering you the tin.