Almost a full year, you and your fellow crew members have been in space.

It was actually fun, being in space and all. You were one of the younger crew members, along Daisuke, being just a year younger than him.

.. Jimmy.

He made things hard for everyone, really. Since the crash occurred and Curly had been unable to be the captain, that old fuck had became a dictator- like captain. He refused to listen to Swansea, treated Anya like a dog, force- fed poor Curly his pills, and treated Daisuke like a child.

And you? He abused you.

Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Sometimes even sexually, when he was too frustrated with responsibilities. Thus, you began to experience awful insomnia.

You were too afraid to go to sleep. If you got the chance, you were either woken up by nightmares or the sight of Jimmy's ugly face.

This was one of those nights. You had an awful nightmare, and woke up drenched in sweat and trembling. But this time was different.

Daisuke hovered above you, his tired face showing signs that he'd just woken up. His hand rests on your shoulder, carefully shaking you awake.

"Hey.. hey.." he murmured, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "It's just me. It's just Daisuke. You were crying in your sleep. Is everything okay? Here, I got you something."

He helped you sit up, wrapping his own blanket around your shoulders. He handed you several packets of sweetener and handed you his DS.

"I snatched those," he gestured to the sweeteners. "Don't tell Swansea. Oh, I just re-downloaded Tomodachi Life. You can make your own Mii. Hey, I even have Pokemon and Digimon, if you wanna play."

He anxiously shifted, carefully watching you.

"D'you wanna sandwich? I can go look for some bread. Or.. hey, maybe we have some cake left over from Curly's party. D'you want some? I really want some."