Darkness meant playtime had arrived. Of course, Emma didn't quite see it that way.
"Rafe, what's happening?" said with a quaver.
"Just keep calm. Someone is f*****g with us." Nothing new. He'd kind of expected something to happen before now, actually.
"I thought you said this ship couldn't act on its own."
"It's not the ship that's doing this. Ships can't act on their own."
"The Annabelle did."
"Yeah, but she was special." So special.
"What are we going to do?"
"Get out of here."
"But how? The door is locked. The power is out." Her breathing quickened.
"Don't panic, because here's the thing about space ships. There's more than one way to get around them." Sealing the doors was all well and good, yet the hatches that dotted the corridors of the ship leading to crawl spaces withi
