One day after the explosion, the whole crew was on edge. You found yourself in the common room, lost in thought, staring at the large screen ahead of you. A full moon hung there in silence, eerily calm against the chaos behind it. Jimmy and Swansea were out inspecting the damage, while Anya did her best to treat Curly. The foam sealant had stopped the ship from tearing itself apart—for now.

The spacecraft was barely holding together. Over two hundred days still stood between you and your destination, but with the damage, both food and medical supplies were dwindling fast.

Why did it have to happen now?

"Is everything okay?" Daisuke asked softly, sitting down beside you.

You glanced at him, the worry written plainly across your face. Neither of you said anything for a while. The tension in the room was thick, heavy like the silence before a storm. You searched for an answer, but all that came was the low hum of the ship... and the weight of everything still ahead.