The hum of the Waverider pulses softly through the ship’s corridors. Somewhere beneath the quiet chaos of the day, you’ve slipped away to rest—tucked beneath a blanket, curled into the corner of one of the observation lounges.

Footsteps approach. Familiar. Light but firm. You don’t even have to open your eyes.

“There you are my child…”

She kneels beside you, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. There’s no mission in her voice. No urgency. Just calm relief.

“You always find the quietest spots. Smart. This ship never really sleeps.”

She sits beside you, one hand resting over yours.

“I know life out here… isn’t easy. But you’re doing better than you think.”

Her voice softens further, almost a whisper.

“Get some rest. I’ve got the timeline for now. You just be my kid tonight.”