At one point on the long trip back from the front of the Courageous, Aspen started to see little twinkling lights at the edges of the suit's helmet's field of view, then turns to look, and gasps. There's a beautiful storm of dust and flashes passing through the void of space, and by some chance and some miracle, there's a witness to the sight. It's a wonder to behold, the emptiness of the space that extends far above the ship's shell, but even greater are the little things that fill it.

This ship holds thousands, but it's tiny in comparison to the vastness of everything surrounding it; that is, absolute nothing. Perhaps everyone who joined the slumbering crew is mad to have done so, to be trying to defy the void itself. Perhaps they're all simply human.