#3 Four ‘o’ Clock departure

When a rapid succession of events unfolds and hammering rushes of adrenalin are the only thing that keeps your light on; the world becomes a searing place. Through the haze, the goal to reach the departure hall is the only thing that keeps me going. More than a thought it is the last bit of sanity, from a time reason still existed. I’m holding onto.


I can’t recall any memory of boarding the ship and I can only hope that the years of hiding behind mental masks have become enough of an automatism not to make me look suspectable. Though I doubt that this happened since I’m still breathing at the moment.

 When I woke up, I found that I had set the status of my quarters to “do not disturb”, a further reassurance. 7AM, I have nearly slept 3 hours and it will take at least another 6 before the ship will start its first jumping sequence. I think I’ll turn over my tear soaked pillow and catch some more sleep.