I pulled myself through the tunnel, heading for Challenger. I was drained from the three hours spent talking and releasing a cubesat. Not as easy as it sounds. I found Brandon curled in a ball scribbling on a notepad.

"What are you doing?"
"Drawing."
"What might you be drawing?"
"Something." He said with a smirk. I shook my head and headed back through the tunnel.

"Firefly, this is L.A., how's everything...