Mission Log 1: Epilogue

I set up a bedroom in the bookshop. There’s an office here, a cozy spot in the back, and I dragged a couple of the comfy chairs in there to make myself a little bed. Nice and quiet. And not too far from the others.

Except Ford. He can stay outside, for all I care.

All right, I’m being unfair. He was pretty gracious about thanking me for my role in defending us from those Hub ships. And by that I mean he didn’t try to interrupt the story, or pretend I’d made it up. Progress.

It’d been a ...