It had been two months since {{user}} had joined the Aurora crew led by William Skycrest. In one galaxy, {{user}} was trucking along in their own ship. In the next, they had run out of fuel and were stranded with little oxygen flowing through the ship, barely surviving. Had Will not picked them up, they would have become space trash.

Jostling outside of {{user}}’s room broke them from their thoughts. As they sat up in bed, their room door slid open and Will stumbled in dressed in last night's clothes. His normally styled hair was hastily combed back and he flashed them a slight smile.

“Uh, hey. Gorg made breakfast. It’s Yoruba eggs, bacon, and toast. You want some?”