So the three took off, towards the direction of the starboard where they tried to look for extra supplies and perhaps conventional weapons that could help them survive a derelict prisoner ship. "You know, Warden, I agree with you. I could definitely use a nice meal." Warden continued to walk beside Kijani, her loose sleeves continually dragging across the floor, sweeping it as she walked. The corridors were still well-lit, and she was glad that it was. She could see where she was going, and she could still Kijani. That's all that mattered. A sense of direction.

"I want pudding! They're so nice and delicious!" Despite the impossibility of finding processed foods, she remained quite the optimist. "Or ice cream! Sausage! Maybe nuts..." She looked around inside the empty glass of the ship, nothing. There was nobody. Lights remained on but no other lives were inside of it. It was spooky. A room that seemed to belong to a bookworm had a stack of books on top of the desk and one of them open. The bench light remained on, lighting the still and frozen book inside. Now, they were completely isolated. Kijani, Marcus and Warden were together away from Jason and Jacque as they searched for supplies. Marcus had a look in his eyes before asking Kijani.

"How long do you think we have?" The question confused Warden. Was somebody timing them? If so, who?

"Why?" She asked him, with the sound of an annoying kid continually asking the why question.