Luke sat up at the side of his bunk bed. John was busy snoring away on the top one. The room was small, warm, and cramped with their meagre possessions; some clothes and reading materials. A screen was on the wall in front of him. It was during the resting period of a time cycle.
He stared at the screen, then the metallic ceiling, slapping his legs in the process. Reaching down, he got a powder from under his bed and placed a few grains under John’s nose.
Then he waited. John began to sneeze.
“Are you okay, John?”
“God I don’t know why that happens. Sorry about that.”
John stands up and see his friend’s red nose. “I don’t know either. You’re in a deep sleep one second, and the next.. You should see a doctor maybe, when we reach our destination.”
“Yeah, I might do that. Anything on the box?”
As he sat back down Luke replied, “No nothing, we’re too far from an inhabited star system.”
John got up and paced the small room. “We are literally in the middle of nowhere. And for what?”
Luke looked and pointed to his own ears.
“How long till we can leave our cell?” John asked
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