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"Oh, what a..." sighs Idris, then she stops. "How long is it that we've been traveling?"

Martha shrugs. "I haven't the slightest clue, dear, sorry."

"Ah, well, I suppose it doesn't really matter, does it?"

It still surprises Martha just how animated Idris is. Not even for lack of better words, the woman's a bloody box. How much could she possibly feel? Just as much as Martha or more, that's for damned sure.

Idris collapses upon the grass next to Martha.


Martha smiles.


"I'm the luckiest ship in all the universe, to have you, and all these stars."