I put my phone on the table and busied myself searching through the large pantry for ingredients, comparing pictures to the food labels under the eerie, bluish stasis light. In the kitchen again, I got to work, measuring and mixing under Randolph's watchful eyes. All my worries about Ellison kept biting at my feet, forcing me to move, wanting me to do something. And I finally was. The ship was hurtling toward her, and the only thing to pass the time was to throw myself into this ...