Derek struggles to concentrate on his return. His hand is shaking, and he feels sick to the pit of his stomach.
What was she talking about? That I might see Maeve soon? It sounds ominous.
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Weeks pass. Derek continues his normal routine.
“What is wrong with you? Like seriously?” Nathalia shook him from his reverie. “You’ve been like this for weeks.”
They are halfway through what has been a quiet work schedule.
Derek shuffles from side to side.
“Well, like say something,” she continues. There is a momentary silence. “Oh, don’t bother so.”
Derek looks over at her. “Just quite a lot on my mind. That’s all.”
“You can tell me you know. I’d tell you.” Their eyes meet.
Nobody can get me out of this mess.
“I’m taking my break. Need to clear the head.” Nathalia nods back.
The door automatically swishes open, and he goes to a lower level to look out at the lunar surface.
He stops at his favorite viewpoint. The station is in constant rotation, so one viewpoint is as good as the next, but this one has a slightly larger window. He looks out for all the different pieces of rock that he has viewed since he was young. The lunar surface never changes.
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