Jia sighed, her eyes closed. She put a hand to her forehead. Without opening her eyes, she could tell by Erik’s deep snores it wasn’t time to get up. His ability to adapt to shipboard life was as impressive as it was frustrating.
She slid out of bed, adjusting the blanket so Erik was covered before grabbing clothes out of the closet. Times like this required mental exercise before she could hope to sleep again, but she didn’t want to have another showdown with Anne.
A different destination was in order.
Jia entered the bridge and headed toward the pilot’s seat. She stopped and placed her hand on the back, smiling softly. People said no one was truly gone as long as you remembered them. It was hard for her to pilot the Argo without remembering Cutter.
ArgoEmma materialized in the co-pil
