Meg turned off the engine and let her ship drift with the momentum of her last careful maneuvers. There was still the hum of the backup systems and life support, a small but insistent noise she could never escape - it was the background music of living in space, surrounded by metal, plastic and wiring that kept them all alive. Flipping off the lights on her interfaces, Meg stared out at the stars as her ship slowly turned on its lateral axis.

She could never find Earth i. . .

Meg turned off the engine and let her ship drift with the momentum of her last careful maneuvers. There was still the hum of the backup systems and life support, a small but insistent noise she could never escape - it was the background music of living in space, surrounded by metal, plastic and wiring that kept them all alive. Flipping off the lights on her interfaces, Meg stared out at the stars as her ship slowly turned on its lateral axis.

She could never find Earth i. . .

Natalie seemed out of place in Jason’s house. She was beautiful, a warm milk chocolate complexion that glowed even with the dreary overcast day. Her hair was  shaved, but no less feminine. None of that put her out of place though. She seemed sharp and clinical in her immaculate outfit, like she belonged in a New York skyscraper and not here on the Oregon coast with the threat of a storm on the way.

From the corner of his eye he noticed her looking over her shoulder towards the . . .