[s4e13] Episode #4.13 Apr 2026

Thorne slumped against the terminal, the scent of jasmine fading into the smell of ozone and recycled air. The red strobes stopped. The steady, comforting hum of the ship returned. "Status," Thorne wheezed.

He walked back to the viewport. The nebula was still there, beautiful and indifferent. They were alive, and they were moving forward. But as he watched the stars, he knew the echoes of the past would always be just a heartbeat away. [S4E13] Episode #4.13

Suddenly, the lights flickered and died. Red emergency strobes took their place, casting long, jagged shadows. The ship groaned, the sound of metal twisting under the immense pressure of the nebula’s gravitational pull. Thorne slumped against the terminal, the scent of

No, he thought, biting his lip until he tasted blood. Not now. "Status," Thorne wheezed

Thorne looked at his hands, still shaking. "We all did, Sarah. We all did."