Oliver watched as Hazel skipped front of him, his daughter swung the Teddy he had given her when they left Earth down by her side its floppy and now somewhat weathered head bobbing back and forth in a way that would give anyone a bad neck. “Careful ‘El’” he said smiling and apologising to the bemused security officer who was walking in the opposite direction. “Remember Hazel the Leviathan isn’t used to having children on it, and you’ll end up in the containment deck if you’re not careful” He teased though it was met with a small giggle and a quickening of skips as they reached their destination, the mess hall.

The duo met with the ship’s Captain, whom Hazel adored. Perhaps it was that Hazel enjoyed listening to all the stories or that it was someone who could boss her father around he couldn’t quite work out but either way Oliver was grateful to have such an understanding Captain.

“Captain,” He said seeing Hazel stopped in the middle of the room waiting for him to catch up, “How are you doing this evening?” He asked curiously.