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“Who are you?”

“Who are you? Get off–”

“—I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Where am—!”

The lights in the ship flashed on, Twilight blinked in the sudden brightness, and another scream of fear split the air. Swinging elbows, heads of blond hair, orange-clad bodies that scrambled to get away from one another overtook his bleary vision. Then, a whistle split the air, long and shrill and loud, and it all stopped.

"Food,” Time called. The plate clattered down before him, and the sound jarred Twilight of his thoughts. He dragged his eyes upward. His plate before him looked so empty with a single protein bar, an unidentifiable crinkly packet, and a jar of… some sort of paste. It had looked the same in Four’s hands but… it had been more appetizing, then. Twilight looked away. “Not hungry,” he mumbled. The emotion weighing heavy on his chest was no longer grief, or at least he didn’t think so—he was just numb, numb and homesick for a place that he didn’t even remember. It may have been just two days ago, when Four and Sky were both still alive. It may never have existed at all. “Don’t want it.”  “Suit yourself,” Time answered. He sat down, kicked his feet up in what used to be Four’s chair, and took a long, obnoxious sip of his coffee. “We touch down in ten minutes, be ready Twilight pushed his plate away and folded his head into his arms