Here is the next chapter.
I don't own nothing but Sally and Bobby! Alright already?!?! Yeesh.
Bobby shivered with cold as he floated loosely within the empty can of the cruiser. He had no gravity, no power, no warmth, and he was running out of air, according to the meter on the wall. He had seventy-two hours to figure something out before he suffocated and froze to death. He hugged himself, thankful for the extra sweaters Mom had made him bring.
Grabbing the tool kit from the emergencyy box, he popped open the circuit panel undernieth the dashboard. Holding the flashlight between his teeth, he tried to find a way to reconnect the power. Suddenly, there came a loud groaning noise, and he felt himself thrust forward with inertia, bashing his head on the roof of the dashboard. Grunting, he pulled his big, cumbersome self out of the crawlspace and peered out the window.
He saw that the cruiser was enveloped in a bright, glowing beam of purple light, and was in fact being pulled at breathtaking speed through space.
"What the hell…" he began, but the words died in his mouth. Before the cruiser was a mind-boggling, huge pink disk floating in the recesses of the void; a space station with an enormous Irken emblem emblazoned across the center.
Suddenly Bobby screamed with fright as the cruiser shuddered and shook violently, before dissappearing into thin air.