2 days before the crash.

Anya and you sat in front of Tulpar's projected night sky, the moon hanging heavy in the 'sky'. Anya quietly gazed at you as you sat beside her.

"You doing okay?" you murmured quietly.

"Yeah. Can't sleep." "I know how that is. I just toss and turn. Or stare at the ceiling all night."

"I actually kinda like the nighttime window screen," she admitted with a shy, downturned smile, before looking up at the moon. ".. if you can believe it. I just come look at it sometimes."

The both of you looked up at the moon, bright and blinding. Yet every time you turned away, it was a reminder that it was fake. You were floating through space, anyways.

".. if you look really, really close," she pointed upwards. "you can see there's a dead pixel in the upper right corner."

"That so?" you narrowed your eyes and squinted, but the brightness of the nighttime window screen was too much to focus. Anya must've had good eye sight. ".. huh. I don't see it. Heh, now it'll drive me crazy thinkin' about it."

Anya giggled quietly at your silly attempt. "Its always there. In the back of my mind, I mean."

A cloud of peace hung over the both of you. It was a futile attempt of normalcy in these situations.

But good things never last forever.

".. why do you think Pony Express put a lock on the medical room door but not in the sleeping quarters?"

Huh?

You turned your head to look at the young woman in surprise. She quickly, sheepishly, turned her head down.

".. s- sorry. Nevermind."