"Hey Scooter, you like chicken soup?" Deb called out from a crawl space above the pilot's barracks on Deck 9 as she was working to get the lights back on in that section.

"What? Chicken soup? Sure, I guess," Bradley answered from the floor below doing his best to shine a light on what Deb was working on.

"Great. I put a couple of ration packs of chicken soup in my pack. Go ahead and open them up," she yelled, her feet dangling out from the ...