Miguel wandered through the ship, munching on a snack he liberated from the galley. The fancy provisions from the Day Wanderer made his mouth water. He already formulated a plan to start siphoning treats for himself from the mess to his quarters so he wouldn't have to share.

He was bored again, lost and lonely, although admitting the last to himself took a bit of effort. He felt disconnected from his twin since this whole thing started, the usual solid presence of Manuel no ...