The air in the station was cold. At least the part I was in. Due to the
communication equipment needing to be kept cool, there was always a chill to
the air. It reminded me of home so I didn't mind as much as some. The only thing
that bothered me was how few times an Earth year I was able to see my family.
"Peter," Heather asked as she walked up behind me. "We were thinking about hanging out at the local bar tonight."
"Peter," Heather asked as she walked up behind me. "We were thinking about hanging out at the local bar tonight."