Turning to the side, he placed his back against the wall and inched forward. Then he squatted down and moved his head far enough out to look into the ...oom. Like all the other rooms, the family room was dark. However, a fire was roaring in the fireplace throwing eerie shadows onto the walls. A sudden gasp caught in his throat. On the sofa were two people. One of them was his mother... or at least he thought it was; her outfit was like nothing he had ever seen her wear. As his eyes adjusted, he. I shook that thought off my mind and began listening to Eirini’s description.“Okay, I couldn’t find any traditional entrance to the spaceship which suggests that this actually is an unmanned flight.”One of the other leaders piped up, “Like a drone, then.”Nova was quick to answer, “Exactly.”Everyone nodded while Eirini looked somewhat confused, probably unfamiliar with the term ‘drone’. Nevertheless, he carried on.“From what I could gather, the entire spaceship is made of the finest quality. Maybe. He wasn't confident anymore. They said he would not dream, but memories tugged at him. Events that could not have happened. Which was real? Making love to his best friend's wife on the eve of departure or the fantasy that he was an astronaut, the commander of the first ever interstellar mission? Perhaps both. The hypersleep was real, he was fairly sure of that. The rest, though... maybe he was hallucinating. Maybe he was psychotic. It had happened before. Esmeralda. She had a beautiful. I paused to let Gaynor go first and glanced back at the woman and smiled. She briefly nodded, nervously brushed her hands down her skirt, spun on her heels and returned to the back office. Room ten was clean and adequately furnished, dominated by a double bed with a wood headboard. The cramped bathroom had a shower, toilet and a hand basin. I put the cases on the bed as Gaynor walked to the window. “Good view,” she said and turned back to face me. “Fancy a stroll along the beach before we.