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[endeavors]

[The feed begins with a little stumble, English accent mixed with something else. A bit southern European, to those paying close attention.]

Hi. Uhm - [ahem.] Hey. I know there's no way out or anything, I'm not - I don't want to ask about going back home, but - is there - [stop. Breathe, Andy. Try again.] Is there a way of knowing if your loved ones are all right? If they'll be all right? It's just that I don't... want them to worry. Don't want her to worry.

[Anyway.]

Sorry, I have no idea if this has been asked before. I-I can't really work with this thing yet.

Things... things are happening back home, and I just wanted -

[Gaah. Another breath.]

Sorry. I appreciate any help.

Comments

[chuffle]

I don't know.

If you find out, share.

You're worried about your family, huh?

[endeavors]

Yeah. Pretty worried, but - they might have more reasons to be worried about me. I guess.

[Buh.]

I'll - definitely share. If I find out.

[ text ] sorry bro

[sexting]

No. No way of knowing at all, not until they turn up here as well and then you will just wish that you never saw them again

[endeavors]

[HIS HOPES AND DREAMS, CAM]

You're sure? I mean - you've tried it before?

[sexting]

[ yes they were delicious ]

Others have, to no avail. And trust me, you will not want to wish this damn boat on anyone that you care for. They are far better off where they are

[endeavors]

No, I'm not - I'm not saying I would. I mean - I guess no one wants to be alone, but if there's a chance I'll go home - I mean, even if there... isn't. [The last word leaves him with an exhale, momentarily refusing to think he's stuck here forever. Denial is still comfortable and strong.] They're better off where they are, definitely.

This was just so sudden, so I was hoping I could just - tell them.

[sexting]

This is space, darling. Time doesn't pass as simply as you might think. They might not even notice that you're gone

[endeavors]

[There's a pause. He can't really think of anything else to say.] How-?

[sexting]

Black holes and other cosmic riff-raff like to play silly buggers with the fabric of reality. It's a little complicated

[endeavors]

[More silence.]

So... it's hopeless?

[sexting]

If you're terribly lucky then you'll simply disappear one day for no reason whatsoever. I'm led to believe that means you go home

[endeavors]

I wasn't exactly home. Not that... Not that I remember, at least. It used to be my home, but not anymore. [because strangers totally need to know this, Andy. Anyway, with a soft sigh -] I wish I could have talked to them one last time before - this.

[sexting]

Home, your home world. Don't let's fuss over words

As for wanting to talk to them, there's nothing I can say. Apart from pointing out that there's a bar one can raid if alcohol helps the situation

[endeavors]

[A bar in space.

... No, he really shouldn't be surprised.]

Thanks, I'll... keep that in mind. I'm not too big on alcohol, but - I'll definitely keep that in mind.

[uh-] Can I ask who this is?

[sexting]

At least at the bar you can find a whole number of people who are similarly glum. Go wallow together

My name is Isaac Moore, but I'd prefer it if you called me Cambridge. Old nickname from home, you see

[endeavors]

[r u d e]

Cambridge. [His pronunciation may be a little off.] I'm André. Andy.

[chuffle]

I'm sure they'll be fine.

[endeavors]

Oh - I hope so. I don't know what I'll do otherwise.

[chuffle]

Do you have kids?

[endeavors]

Yeah, uhm. Just one. His name is Tomás.

[chuffle]

Sorry.

You're new too, I guess.

[endeavors]

I - I guess. Yeah, I am. Are you-?

[chuffle]

With the 15 on my arm to prove it.

[endeavors]

That's my number. [beat] Fifteen-fifty.

[chuffle]

Strange, huh? Who knew. Space didn't actually seem like a real possibility.