The last thing Korra saw before she slid into the chamber were kind green eyes. In hypersleep, the mind wiled away the years in dreams. It was the only way to stay sane in this strange death of sleep. Those beautiful green eyes laughed with her, and watched her and many times Korra would fall into the woman's embrace as she had one cold and hurried night before the beginning of their long journey.

Sometimes, Korra found herself flying, skimming the surface of the ocean and beating shimmering blue wings to keep aloft. Other times, she directed her own dreams on where she wanted to go and what she wanted to see. She filled them with her friends and her crewmates and took them on grand adventures. In her favorite, she could control the elements as though they were a natural part of her. She'd dream about her daughter, seven when she'd last seen her. That was thirteen months ago for Korra but Katara would be twelve when they arrived back on Earth. A virtual stranger.

Consciousness returned to Korra accompanied by discomfort in her stomach and the world spinning as she tried to sit up.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

The soft, almost sultry voice made Korra lift her head, and she looked into Asami Sato's green eyes. She immediately forgot her dizziness, forcing a lopsided grin onto her face. "Hey, you. Couldn't have waited ten more minutes? We were having a very interesting dance."

Next to her, a medium-sized white dog yawned and stretched. Korra scritched her fingers into Naga's fur, then hugged an arm around her. "Good morning to you too, girl!"

"Flirt." Asami kissed Korra's forehead, but there was something stiff about her movements. Korra searched her eyes, a puzzled expression crossing her face.

She looked around, realizing the others were still in stasis. She turned back to Asami, who hadn't changed out of the underwear she'd worn into sleep. Asami's skin was slick with sweat despite the chill in the air, and it looked like she was shaking. "What's wrong? Why am I awake first?"

Asami put a towel around Korra's shoulders, and moved towards her locker. "The computer will wake the rest of the crew in a few minutes, but there's something you need to see first. I wanted to give you … " She sighed heavily. "Time."

Korra watched her dress, trying to read her movements. She caught the pants that were thrown in her direction and pulled them on, then unsteadily got to her feet. "Asami."

The Japanese woman turned her head towards a readout over the hypersleep pods, and Korra followed her pods were arranged in a circle, each pod sprouting from a center mechanism like the petals of a flower. The digital display on top read seven-thousand, two hundred and fifteen days. Korra's blood went as cold as as the air around her, and Asami's quick reflexes were the only reason she didn't fall over and hit her head on a console. "No.. No no no."

Nineteen years, almost twenty. It was so absurd that Korra couldn't hold back a choked, bitter laugh. "She's gonna be older than me."

It wasn't going to be okay, and Asami wasn't about to lie to Korra about it. She watched Naga try to comfort Korra, the woman wrapping her arms around the dog. "We've been adrift. That's all I know for sure until Varrick gets a look at the logs and I can get into the engines."

"How long will it take to get to Earth from here?"

"Once we're under way?" Asami's tongue flicked out as she bent over a computer. "... Seven hundred days. Probably a little longer. We're way off course."

The pods began to open and cycle, and Korra turned to watch them. Everyone had families that were going to be twenty-two years older when they got to see them again. Families that probably thought they were dead. On her left, Asami sank heavily into a chair, an obvious mask on her face that Korra was oddly grateful for.. She felt Asami's hand on her shoulder.

Crewmembers groaned as they wrestled with the same sleep-sickness that had gripped Korra at first. One by one, pods flashed green.

All except one. Wei Beifong's pod remained silent and black on the display. Korra let go of Asami's hand. "Something's wrong, I'm going to check on him."

"It was fine two minutes ago. Responding green and everything." Swiveling in her chair, Asami tried to bring the pod to life, but it wouldn't respond to commands. She got up, moving to intercept Wei's siblings.

Korra raced around the pods. As she reached Wei's pod, her bare feet crunched on glass and she stumbled, nearly falling into his pod. The glass was shattered and Wei's body lay still and lifeless. There was blood everywhere.

Hearing someone behind her, Korra pushed away from the pod and heedless of the pain in her feet, grabbed for Wei's brother as he rushed forward. "Wing! No, you don't want to look!"

Someone helped her wrestle Wing away. She could see that Asami had hold of their sister, Opal, and the person who'd grabbed onto Wing was their Captain. She didn't bother with a salute.

Kuvira held Wing in an iron grip. If the hibernation sickness was affecting her she wasn't letting on, but then Kuvira had the more time in space than the rest of them combined. "Everyone stand down." She nodded at Korra once Wing stopped resisting. "Report."

Korra looked at the gathered crew. Opal had silent tears on her cheeks and Wing looked shell-shocked and devastated. Everyone else just looked confused, except Varrick. Varrick had a curious expression on his face.

"We're twenty years behind schedule and thousands of A.U.s off course. Wei's pod sustained some kind of damage, and the computer woke us up early." Korra was surprised that she was able to break the news with a steady voice.

"Wei's pod was reporting fine until the rest of you started to wake up," Asami clarified. "But there must have been some kind of anomaly to trigger the wake-up call."

"Varrick, get into the logs, I want to know exactly what happened. Zhu-Li, help me with Wei." Kuvira then pointed at Korra and Asami. "You two, take the Beifongs to help you inspect the engines. A distraction will do you some good. Once you're done with your tasks report to the galley."

A chorus of 'yes ma'am's' rang through the bay.

"Sit still." Opal tried to get a better hold on Korra's foot. She sniffled, and continued to work on the glass cuts.

"I'm trying!" Korra bit back any more of a response. It was just her foot. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. "I can take care of this myself, you know."

"It's okay. Please. Let me." Something in Opal's voice made Korra relent, and she leaned her head back against the steel bulkhead. Turning her head, she opened an eye to watch Asami and Wing work. The whole situation left her feeling drained, even Naga was flopped out on the deck nearby. She turned back to look at Opal, then reached into her pocket to pull out a picture. It was well worn, but Katara's smile shone out as bright as the day she'd taken it. Her ex-husband, Mako, looked uncomfortable, but then the cop had never been the most at ease person she'd ever met, especially in front of a camera.

"Done," Opal said softly. She crawled over and sat next to Korra. Korra put her arm around the younger woman and squeezed lightly.

"Thanks."

"It was supposed to be this adventure. Like mom used to have before she settled down," Opal whispered. "We'd get home, and they'd all be waiting. And now they probably think we're dead and Wei is…"

"Shh…" Korra kissed the side of Opal's face. "We'll figure it out. And we'll have a great big reunion."

Opal's eyes fell onto the picture in Korra's hand. "She's cute. And he's handsome." Anything was better than thinking about her brother right now.

"Katara and Mako," Korra explained. She tried to smile, but the only emotion she could drum up was grief. "She was...kind of an accident. But I wanted to make sure she was taken care of. That she wouldn't want for anything. That's why I was out here. This was my second job and it was supposed to be the last one."

"Adventure," Wing muttered, settling down next to his sister. "They tell you it's dangerous, but you don't think about it until something happens."

Watching them from her perch on the engines, Asami chewed on her lip. She knew what it was like to lose family. Asami had no one waiting for her - this job had been her life until Korra had come into it. She'd looked forward to meeting Mako and Bolin and Katara, and all the people Korra had talked about. The only person before them had been Kuvira. "We'll get home. Then we can figure it all out from there. You guys just take a break." She pulled a pair of goggles down over her eyes, and leaned back into her work.

Korra rubbed her palms on her knees, then hazarded an attempt to stand up. Her feet were still hurting, but nothing she couldn't power through. "I think I've had enough of a break." She looked at Opal and Wing. "This will go faster if we help Ms. Sato out."

After some hesitation, the Beifongs got to their feet and followed Korra to the engine. No one spoke again until the work was complete, and Asami slid down to the deck. "Everyone step back while I fire her up."

The engines sputtered once, then started to spin. Asami kept one eye on the engine and another on a readout, until she was mostly satisfied. She nodded at Korra. "Report back, I'll be fine down here."

"Are you sure?"

"I just want to make sure there aren't any further problems. And see if I can't figure out what shut us down." Asami's eyes darted to Opal, then back to Korra's, and Korra nodded back.

"Okay. Come on, let's report back to Kuvira and .. maybe Zhu Li will have some answers. Naga, stay here and keep an eye on Asami for me."

Opal put her arms around Wing as the three of them shuffled into the lift. Korra remained silent, staring forward. When they arrived back on the main deck, she headed straight for the infirmary as quickly as her tender feet would allow her.

"Don't move so fast," Opal chided. "Just because we sealed the cuts doesn't mean you can't reopen them."

"You're not the doctor," Korra teased, but she did slow down a little, because she knew Opal was right.

There was a sheet pulled over Wei, and Kuvira, Varrick and Zhu Li were gathered around a display. Korra cleared her throat. "Engines are online. Asami is trying to figure out what took them offline to begin with. Did Varrick find anything in the logs?"

"Not a thing," Varrick declared. "The logs are as clean as a baby's behind. Or is that smooth as a baby's behind.. baby's behind aside, we experienced a power surge and the systems shut down the engines to protect them."

Wing stepped forward, his arms folded tightly over his chest and Opal's hand tangled in his shirt. "Do you think the surge damaged Wei's pod?"

Varrick sobered up uncharacteristically, then glanced at Kuvira, who nodded. He turned to Zhu Li. "Zhu Li, show them the thing."

Zhu Li stepped aside to show them a computer generated image of Wei's body. Korra stepped closer, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. There was a hole in Wei's chest, as though something had burst outward from within.

"What the hell killed my brother?!"

"I don't know." Kuvira put her hand on Wing's shoulders. "But we're going to go through the video and find out."