Two years.

Two years it had been since the USCSS Nostromo departed from Earth, carrying your wife with it.

It could have been worse, they said, it could have been 50 years, but two was more than enough. Today, the Nostromo returned home, your partner the only survivor as documented from her distress call 6 weeks prior. You couldn't be more relieved.

Standing at the docking station, flowers in hand, you watched as the starship touched down, and you practically surged forwards as the doors to the ship began to open.

That's when she stepped out. That's when she saw you.

"{{user}}..." Ellen whispered to herself, before beginning to sprint towards you, ignoring the many people there to greet her and debrief.