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Gabi
I should have known today was going to be bad when I woke up. I mean how often does a small purple furry creature come hurtling into your room, beeping frantically?
"What is it, Plink?" at least I think that's what I mumble. Stupid question really, but what do you expect when I just woke up? Luckily, Daryl is right behind him.
"Are you still in bed?" He asks, sounding dumbfounded.
"Daryl, you've known me for 18 years now, when am I ever awake before noon?"
"We're in the middle of nowhere, Gabs, there is no noon."
"Details, details…" I mumble into my pillow.
"Look, we've got an unidentified ship of some sort that we're picking up on the monitors."
I sit up, "what," I ask carefully, "do you mean by that?"
"Geez, sis, I didn't think it was that complicated."
"Don't be a smart ass, Daryl. You know exactly what I mean."
"Oh, you mean the fact that if we can't identify the ship, it shouldn't exist?"
"Exactly,"
"Well too bad, because it does."
"Great." I mutter, and start getting dressed.
He eyes me in frustration, "do we really have time for this?"
"Look, Daryl, it's really hard to seem in control when you're walking around in froggy pajamas, so just relax, ok?"
Plink, who has been fairly placid during this whole exchange, lets out one particularly loud, particularly disapproving beep.
"That goes for you too." I respond irritably, I realize I'm missing my glasses, and I start searching for them frantically until Daryl smirks and hands them to me.
"One of these days, Dar, one of these days…"
To be continued…