Escape Pod log
Day 142
M. Koril

Tovan and I got the distress beacon working. He says the gash on my face is getting worse, but I keep forgetting that it is there. I’m much more aware of the cold, and the quiet. Our supplies will only last us another week at most, and we’re just a tiny damaged Romulan escape pod in a vast area between systems. I’m not sure the beacon is even strong enough to be heard outside of the immediate area. And even if it is, who would help us?
I don’t dare say these things out loud, Tovan is trying so hard to stay positive. He keeps saying that Demala survived, even though he admits that he didn’t see her actually leave the ship. However, it wasn’t long ago that I suggested naming the escape pod. Perhaps we’re both becoming somewhat senile in our isolation.
Space has never seemed so empty.

End log.