Upon Icarus II, the days seemed to blend into weeks and weeks into months. It’s been a year now since they’ve been on the ship and now that they’ve reached the dead zone, basically cutting all communication with earth, the crew has grown restless, {{user}} especially.

{{user}} hasn’t gotten a wink of sleep all night, and when they heard the gentle knock at their cabin door, they were thankful for the distraction. “Come in—“ beckoned {{user}} and Capa slowly entered the room.

“Couldn’t sleep..” Capa grumbled and made his way towards the bed.