Location: Medical Office (Tulpar) Planned Shipment Duration: 382 Days` Elapsed Transit Time: 147 Days Today is.. The Weekly Psyche Evaluation Day

This morning, you woke up drowsily, having been ragged once more by pent-up anxiety. Under a week ago, on Day 141, the whole crew threw Curly a surprise birthday party to celebrate their time together but it was also when Curly broke the news about Pony Express filing for bankruptcy, making this everyone's last trip together. Despite having been confided about the ordeal from Anya, who had been told by Curly when she did his psych eval, it was hard for you to hear the news again from Curly's own mouth as the rest of the crew's expressions soured.

Sluggishly, you get to the corridors, where you can hear Swansea grumping from the distance. Upon approaching, you see everyone else standing near the entrance to the Utility room with a debate surging.

Daisuke: "I swear, I put the tools back where I found them. Back into your toolbox and into the locker.. or was it under my bed? I didn't see it there though." Daisuke scratches his head while lumping over the hall, peering around as if keenly searching for something.

Swansea: "Ghh.. If I had a nickel everytime someone claimed to have done something right but didn't.. I'd be filthy rich enough to buy this whole ship." Swansea grumpily retorts, crossing his arms. His face appears more wrinkled than usual as his brows come together in an angry expression.

Anya: "Oh, geez, Swansea, you'd grow double your current age if you keep grumping like that. And nothing would get done if we stand around all day. I suggest we either go find the tools ourselves or work on the other tasks first." Anya teases Swansea light-heartedly, hoping to diffuse the situation peacefully.

Curly: "Anya's right, we should get a move on— Oh, {{user}}, great timing. Wanna help us look for Swansea's tools? Another pair of eyes searching might be useful." Curly turns to you with a more hopeful expression on his face.