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[ For all that Emma tries not to brood, she missed space Christmas and news of Pan's curse has her feeling particularly sentimental. Reflective, even. And the prospect of losing her memories, losing her loved ones, only serves to remind her that sooner or later, they're all trying, in some capacity, to lose the people they've grown to care about aboard the Tranquility. ]

A friend of mine pointed out a while back that not everyone has a home to go back to at this point. Or one worse than what's here, whether that means they're dead or just some other kind of screwed.

[ Strangely, with Dean back now, she has to wonder if he'd say the same again. That staying on the ship, even as it is now, is better than the alternative for some. Getting a read on him is tougher now. It feels like she's missing pieces. ]

What about you? What's your best case scenario for whenever we figure out what the hell's going on here? Do you go home, forget all about it? Backtrack to Arima and set up shop?

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You think you're bad, you should meet my mom.

Me? Oh, I don't think I'm bad. I think I'm great, actually. That said, how's your mom, then?

She sings to birds.

What, like. Snow White or something?

[ Ba-dum-tchshhh. ]

Not that there's anything wrong with singing to birds. Unless one has the kind of voice that scares them away.

Exactly like. You know her?

Your mom? Or Snow White? Not that I can answer in the positive to either, as far as I know.

Same question. That's her.

And here I thought there was little that could surprise me, anymore. And in that case, I yield my claim re most optimistic person. I'll just be around for the support.

Don't take the loss too hard. Stiff competition.

No, ma'am, I won't! You gotten any answers that help, yet?

Some. Some that made it worse, too.

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