I lifted my hand to ward off Poh, and thankfully she took the hint. She stepped away a few feet, but I could still feel her gaze, heavy on my sweat-slicked, haunted head. I wanted to ask who she'd intended to shoot seconds ago when I'd flipped out, but I didn't trust my mouth to open without a spray of vomit. So I kept my gaze locked on the window screen with my cheek glued to the cool, rubbery floor on the stairs.

Soon, a large space station appeared. Ships of all shapes and ...