The idea of a future here seemed just as scary as their past. Sunny looked down at himself for proof - he had been wearing the Captain Spaceboy shirt Kel had found for him - but now? He was back to his regular shirt, vest, shorts combo. No proof.

Instead, he drew in his notebook again: an image of a shirt and a comic book. Neither very detailed (art wasn’t Sunny’s speciality), so it came out more like a child drawing with crayon. All of his drawings were like that.

Then, more words, written slowly as the exhaustion was catching up to him, yet he seemed like sleep was the thing he wanted.

Ferryman might know?

He didn’t seem inclined to go ask that question either.