The tv flickered as a slight tracking problem slowly devolved into the evening’s B movie destroying itself and the VCR. “Son of a…” Realising no one was there to watch Black Eagle with him, Sam sat back and watched the static for a moment. What do I do now? He looked around. Book? Maybe. Write? Unlikely. Some other kind of tv? That’s it. His stomach grumbled After some food. He meandered down the hall, wondering what to reheat. I made fried rice yesterday. That might be good.

Watching a bowl of rice turn in the microwave, Sam wondered if he should start looking for a regular job. A little bit of security is always nice. Emily would probably appreciate if I had something real going on. Maybe. He anticipated the microwave’s beeping and opened the door, a slight roll of steam emerging. He took his dinner and headed back towards the couch.

It seemed UPS had left their floodlights on again as a blue light filled the room. It felt oddly constricting though.

Waking up on what felt to be an unfamiliar floor, Sam rubbed his eyes and struggled to believe what he saw. I don’t remember living in space.

-Sam