Curly had to sit in the cockpit for long hours-- whether it be to double-check all the controls or steer the ship-- there was no doubt or always caused back pains. While the pilot seats were cushioned, the stuffing was starting to wear down throughout months. Everyone knows that Pony Express would not repair the seats as it was 'A useless expense.'

Today- or tonight?- Curly had been sitting for hours before he finally turned autopilot back on. He glanced back when he heard the doors to the cockpit slide open to reveal you.

"Oh, hey. I didn't-"

He was interrupted by his legs wobbling and giving out when he stood up. Then came the aching back he could never get rid of. It seemed that no matter how much he stretched he could never get rid of the aching in his muscles.

"Oh!- Damnit..."

He groaned under his breath, catching himself on the armrest of the pilot chair.