She couldn't see the Bebop anymore. But it was out there, somewhere far behind her, she knew. Sighing, she started drumming her fingers on the closest control panel. She had a long flight ahead of her.
As she looked into the darkness, her eyes wandered to her reflection in the window. She tilted her head curiously, studying herself. Her stare was blank, as if she couldn't recognise the person in the window. It had been a while since she had seen them.
She covered her eyes with her arm, and in the quiet of the black, she began to cry.