Bethany had been combing the ship, deck by deck, alcove by alcove, looking for traces of her mysterious benefactor. Bethany was thorough and complete, but she was finding no trace of the person. It was frustrating, but she was meticulous and stubborn. She would find the evidence.

Well she would find it if she didn’t go crazy first. She thought she was losing her mind. People talked and jabbered all day long and there was…music. Bethany liked music, but this was awful. It was discordant and didn’t harmonize or go together, and she couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. By the end of the second day, Bethany couldn’t stand it anymore. She left her office and locked herself in her quarters. Her head throbbed and her stomach churned. She ate, but dizziness, vertigo, and a throbbing head convinced her stomach to expel the contents. She was going insane.

Bethany