Miguel wandered through the ship, munching on a snack he liberated from the galley. The fancy provisions from the Day Wanderer made his mouth water. He already formulated a plan to start siphoning treats for himself from the mess to his quarters so he wouldn't have to share.
He was bored again, lost and lonely, although admitting the last to himself took a bit of effort. He felt disconnected from his twin since this whole thing started, the usual solid presence of Manuel no longer there beside him all the time. It was worse since the shooting incident. In fact, it was like Manuel was becoming someone else, a spacer of all things, obsessed with staring and staring at the stars.
Miguel was therefore unsurprised to stumble on his brother perched on a window ledge looking out over the vastne
