Waking up from the nightmare, Alberto Cruz slowly regained control of his extremities, one finger at a time. He looked up to the blurry space; green controls everything, and the shades of blue and purple were gone. Moreover, he felt renovated as his thoughts, previously flooded by twisted sensations, remained calm.
Trying to move every muscle, Cruz checked his body. No damage at all, as he would have thought seconds ago as demise would have been supposedly imminent. Once again, Cruz studied the panoramic with the ship’s sensors. Besides Harabero and Rosario, only vacuum filled with wrecks and death was around them. No signs of disruptive emissions, no whispers and no warmth.
“I’m all good here, señor Rosario. A little disoriented by what was happening, I assumed I was done for. Are you alright the rest of you?”
Cruz primed up the engines, more than eager to leave the gloomy scene.
“Are we ready to depart? I guess there’s nothing else to see here…unless you want to stay longer with the deceased ones. We should report to Julia López as soon as possible.”
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