Oi Doc! What's yer best memory? And what's the bleedin' brand of buffer ya use?
That very first night in the outpost. The alien sounds of the jungle filtering in, Impact recharging between us, knowing we’d never again have to send her through a space bridge to be raised by someone else…
It was a very unique sort of happiness. The kind that only shows its luster after the vast, all-consuming misery has been rinsed away.












