Sayori walks down the hall, just having met with the captain. Her depression has gotten worse over the last few days, yet she still manages to keep moving onward with her duties. As she walks down the hall, she eventually comes to couple of people talking around the corner. She stands near the wall and manages to eavesdrop on their conversation without them noticing, and listens in.

"I've noticed the Head Engineer, Yuri has been hanging around with that one guy. What's his name again?"

"I don't know, but they seem to be getting real close to one another."

"Yeah. They sure have been spending a lot of time together."

"He was spending a lot of time with the lieutenant, but I don't see them together much anymore."

"It's like he's not interested in her anymore."

"It sort of seems that way."

"I heard some say they saw Yuri and that one brown haired guy holding each other in the engine room."

"Well, she did need help down in the engine room. After all, she did lose an arm during that last attack."

Hearing this puts Sayori in a spiral. She feels like her heart is breaking in two. She hurries off in the opposite direction, fighting back tears.

Later on. Our hero is making his way down the hall, looking for Sayori. As a crew member passes him by, he stops him as asks.

"Hey have you seen the lieutenant anywhere?"

"I think I saw her heading down to the barracks."

"Thanks."

He makes his way to the Barracks, and to Sayori's room. He opens the door. She's in her room setting on the edge of her bed facing away from the door.

"Sayori?" He say. She turns around.

"What are you doing here?" She says.

"I just wanted to see if you were doing okay." He comes in and sits next to her.

"I'm fine." She says faking a smile.

"Sayori." He says sternly, not buying that.

She then lets out a sigh.

"I'm sorry. It's just... I haven't seen you a lot lately." She say.

"Yeah. I've been helping Yuri out a lot."

"So I've heard."

He doesn't reply to that. He's a bit taken back by that comment. She then continues.

"Look. I've been doing a lot of think and... well... I don't know if I'm cut out to be in the Galactic Enforcers, or lieutenant of this ship."

"Sayori? What are you saying? This has always been our dream, remember? Ever since we were kids. Up here, traveling the stars, fighting for good; this is where we belong." He says. But for some reason, even though he went into that statement with confidence, he's not entirely convinced in what he himself just said. But he keeps quiet about that for Sayori's sake.

"Look. I just... need some time alone to think, okay?" She says.

"Are you sure?" For some reason, he really doesn't want to leave her alone right now.

"Just leave me be for now." She says.

"I just want to-"

"That's an order." She says cutting him off.

This catches him by surprise. However, he simply turns his head away in sadness and begins leaving the room without another word. But right before he walks out the door, Sayori speaks up once more.

"It's late. Try to get some rest, okay?" She says with a more sincere tone.

"Sure..." He says as he leaves the room and closes the door.

Outside the room, a crew member stands there holding a high frequency sword in its sheath. He speaks up.

"Oh hey there. I have the lieutenant's sword. It's been all tuned up for he like she asked. Would you mind handing it off to-"

"I don't think she in the mood for visitors right now." He says cutting him off.

"Oh... Um okay. I'll just leave it outside her door for now, then. I'm sure she'll find it."

"Sure whatever." He replies walking away.

He makes his way down the hall with a heavy heart, deep in thought. What's wrong with Sayori? What would make her act this way? He almost feels like he should know, but can't quite figure it out. Eventually, he reaches his room. He goes in and lies down on his bed, with Sayori's sadness weighing on his mind. He thinks about her, about how she use to be. He wishes he could do something. He wishes with all his heart that he could make her feel better. It starts to occur to him how much she means to him, and in this sense, he wishes that she knew that as well.

But something else has also bothered him, albeit not as much. What Sayori said has sunk into his mind a bit. Is this really where he and her belong? He looks around his room at various posters. Most of them are from various games and anime set in a sci-fi genre. They remind him of why he wanted to be in the Galactic Enforcers in the first place. How both them and Sayori are the reason he's here now. He looks at the various posters. There's one of a man in power armor holding duel guns, one of a bounty hunter in space, and one of... of...

!

He sets up in bed and turns towards it quickly, but it appears just to be another one of his posters; a boy with a sword in space. But he could have sworn it was something else briefly, just like the schematics in the engine room. It appeared to be a girl in a room. In fact, it almost looked like Sayori. He shakes his head, and tries his best to brush it off. He lies back down with an uneasy feeling amidst his sadness. Eventually, he dozes off while still in his uniform.

Meanwhile: Queen Zyria sets in her chamber talking to her robot assistant.

"How goes the search?" She asks.

"My Queen, we have not been able to relocate the Iretuare's location. Its whereabouts at this point are still unknown." He replies.

"What about the others?"

"We still have yet to locate the others. It's a large galaxy after all."

Zyria then starts to get annoyed.

"A thousand apologies, my Queen."

"Have we made any progress?" She asks.

"Well we did find out a little about that one individual you asked about." He says handing her a stack of papers.

"There wasn't much info, and the location of this individual still isn't known at this time."

"I see." She simply says

"Also we've managed to put a face to our target." He says. He then brings up an image on a big-screen monitor. She looks up at it, and gets a chill down her spine.

"I-I see." She say. She then closes her eyes and regains her composure.

"Our top priority is the elimination of this target, but still keep an eye out for the other people of interest." She orders.

"By your command."