Theodora’s POV

Something about spacewalking always made me hungry. My brother, too. Maybe it was the heavy equipment or maybe the zero gravity, but I was starving. Quietly, I started to make myself a snack. Most of the ship had turned in for our trek to a refuel station.

I didn’t want to wake anyone up by clomping around the kitchen.

I was too wired to sleep though. Anxious. Feeling close to the completion of this mission, but still too far. It felt like ...