The Decision

Murphy's Log: Stardate 4

I wish I could say that this is a happy time, but sadly, it is not.
I must not speak long for our oxygen supply is running out.
I've lost all sense of space and time. By my estimation, we've been floating out here for five days at least, but sleeping feels so much like being awake.

Luckily, Alpha brought along enough beer and snacks to last us the past few (days, weeks?).
I'll tell you though, Alpha is starting to look pretty delicious after such a long time of four different kinds of peanuts. And it's really starting to smell bad in here.

Yours, Floating Through Space As Always,

Murphy