A Place Among the Stars

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The aroma of beef fajitas and cookies (Mitz's request) filled the ship's kitchen. KiTap and Glitch had returned safely, and welcomed me with open arms and a joke here and there.

As we all sat there, noshing on chips and sipping iced tea, I watched this group of heroes and realized that though I had just met them, I already felt as if I were home.

Home.

Home is not just a place, but a feeling. I had neither. They didn't know that. My family was gone, and I'd shut myself off from most of the friends I once had.
So, I was a lost soul of sorts.
That day I was sitting with them, I could only think that maybe this was supposed to happen....And if not, then I was perhaps extremely lucky.

At that point, I made an inner vow to help these people in some way. I didn't know how, but I knew I that must.
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But to go back to that conversation between Boots and Yosh---- I don't know of the exact dialogue used, but I imagined it was along those lines. I sensed that there is some sort of enemy they cannot tell me all about (or at least aren't ready to). I think the entire team is aware now. I can tell because in the last week or so, each one of them has been acting a bit different in his own way.

As I write this right now, Mitz is snoozing (he's actually sleep-floating, which can get rather frustrating, especially when he starts bumping into things and doesn't wake up right away).
But other than that, it is quiet. I assume some of them are out, some others napping as well.

Boots is probably in the control center. He's been the quietest, and has seemed like he's been in deep thought for a while. Yosh and Doc are probably with him. I'm tempted to go knock at the the big metal door, but if they aren't telling me about this "enemy", I suspect there is a good reason.

Yes, I noticed the bandage around Boots' arm. When I asked what it was, the answer was "just a bad scrape".

Whatever did that, I know is only the beginning of a much bigger problem.

But these guys are super heroes. I am not too worried.




I'm not one of them though.
So I can only wonder what my role in this will be.

But the fact I wonder already gives me a sense of purpose again.


For now,

that is good enough.


Oh shit.

Mitz just smacked into the fridge, woke up, and is cursing at it.

Better go.


--> Oh amongst other names, Glitch and I were talking and thus MsSketch was born, so I guess I can actually call it a NICKname.

(Doc, that was for you.)

Bad joke I know.