Captain Glenn lingered after breakfast the next morning, finally voicing what I was thinking. "Nesbit's quiet."

Mase set his empty milk glass down with a nod. "Maybe the sedative finally kicked in."

"I'll go check on him and Daryl," he said, his shoulders drooped, then he wandered out.

Mase's gaze snapped to me. "Do you think you can make it to the cockpit before lunch?" he asked. "It should be about ten o'clock when we near your sister's ship." ...