#8

Sometimes, she prayed that it was only her, that the rest of the crew was blissfully unconscious, drifting towards their destination without thought, without pain.  Other times, she found herself desperately wanting to believe that they were awake like her, that she was not alone in her silent screaming.  One way, she was consumed by loneliness; the other, by childish fury.  She tried not to think about it.  She tried to think of the soil.  But it was gone.