....Figures, that the creepiest places always have the answers.

[ Isn't that just the way things are? They always have to journey into the greatest peril for the most important reasons. There's never a key item just sitting out on a platter, nice as that might be.

As he squeezes her hand in his, his brows draw together in concern. He's been thinking a lot about that, too, and how different this world is from the others they have been to. Even if the citizens of El Minha, Struxta, and Akvos hadn't always been happy to see them, they had always been there. But this ship...is so eerily quiet. Who were they here to save? ]

I keep wonderin' about that...why Astoria would send us here, of all places. I mean, is there even anyone left here for us to save?

[ Or are they...too late? ]