I stopped by Ishi’s room briefly to drop off the ramen– Ishi gobbled hers down immediately, while Aoi went back to the kitchen to ask for more cayenne. We gossiped for a few minutes, but we were both worn out from, well, literally everything that had happened today. So, after Gugalanna showed up to keep her company, I quickly retreated to my room.
…My room. Not my room. I mean, it wasn’t uncomfortable? At least nicer accommodations than I’d expect from, uh, getting kidnapped. But if I got to sleep in here at all, it would be a long, hard fight against the welling pit of anxiety in my stomach.
I was just getting some pajamas out of the closet when a blaring alarm and eerie red light scared the crap out of me. The source was a little screen that I hadn’t noticed before, right next to the door.
Ding dong bing bong!
And with that, the screen went dark.
I took off my glasses, changed into my pajamas, and crawled into bed, squeezing my eyes shut against the burnt-in image of MONO-9000’s glowering eye. What did that thing really want with us? All it ever talked about was murder, murder, murder… Yet after watching these people– I already wanted to call them friends– interact and warm up to each other, the idea sounded more ludicrous than ever.
Did it underestimate us? Or am I overestimating us? Or does it have another goal entirely?
I shook my head and buried my face into my pillow. Just take it a day at a time, Tim. We’re all alive, we’re all healthy (except Ishi), and all we have to do is work together and we’ll find a way back home to Mum and Dad and Penelope and Andromeda and it’ll be okay.
…My internal monologue didn’t sound very convincing, but I was so tired that I fell asleep anyway.