2200 hours an electronic chirp by Maria's ear in her bunk alerted her to the time, and she opened her eyes, not that she slept. The fantasy of her plan played over and over again in her mind, and she had convinced herself that it was going to be wonderful. She felt like a teenager again planning the perfect date for the crush that finally asked her out. Quietly she got up, dressed in coveralls and made her way down to the galley on deck 12. She had done some repairs there a few weeks back and remembered they had some cans of pineapple in their stock. A rarity on a deep space ship and something that Bradley had commented that he missed having. She didn't have a lot of experience cooking, but with the prepackaged meals, she didn't need to do a lot. Each galley had a stock of what they
