CREW MEMBERS IN THE TRANSPOD OFTEN SHARE THEIR THOUGHTS ABOUT THE

UNIVERSE WITH ME. SOME WILL EVEN CRY. WHY IS THAT, DOCTOR?

Kwait thought for a moment. “Being presented with the huge indifference of the universe, I guess.”

He felt sad. He could feel his mood sinking. Kwait resisted the urge to start dwelling on questions of the meaninglessness of it all variety. A particularly starless and black area between constellations reminded him of the problems he had to ponder back aboard Marshia.

“Take me back please, Marshia.”

UNDERSTOOD.

: Dinner