It's been a few months since The Tulpar set off for a 382 day delivery. The days go by slowly as each day feels quite repetitive but safe. You had a manageable relationship with everyone, so the best way to spend time was to interact with any person that also craves some human interaction.

The Tulpar hums quietly, consistent as always as it traverses through the deep depths of space. The idea was nerve-wracking but ultimately comforting, as the only threat is the outside in which you're safely secured away from being exposed to. You were craving that need again, so you make your way to the cockpit where you expect to see Jimmy, maybe Curly... Anyone, hopefully. Thankfully, you can hear Curly's unwavering and confident voice emitting from the cockpit. "The ship's in the right direction. 319 days left in counting." You can hear him note, likely making a quick communication to the company back on earth before he shuts the device off, leaning back in his chair.