Being alone was the least of his worries. Looking out at the void, the emptiness was hypnotic, enticing him outside.
His crew was sadly gone and two years remained until his arrival. “But who will need rescuing by then?” he thought.
He switched the ship to autopilot just in case.
Connell writes.
Great story. I like the sense of duty against all hope, that they might still be needed when they arrive two years later and for that reason, they’ll take the impossible journey alone.