Thirteen.

The room was dark. Dark, and quiet – but within moments, something broke the silence. A song drifted through the chamber, a slow, beautiful chant – and then there was a light, a light of flickering flames.

It was Andromeda. She wore a white space-suit, but without a helmet – a halo of fire stood about her head, illuminating the chamber, dancing over the chrome panels so that it was reflected a thousand times in her face. By the light of these flames, a procession of other people came into view behind her, each clad in white: One by one, diminutive flames lit up in their hands. It was a very beautiful sight.

Jane broke the silence.

“You set fire to your hair?”

“I didn't mean to. I think it's a bug. I was trying to set fire to the NPCs, but they're not reacting to it... Something is seriously wrong with your script.”

“It worked fine last week. Granted, I set fire to Selma...”

Andromeda laughed, so loud that it drowned out the music. “Well, it's not working now. Turn it off.”

The flames died out, and the procession behind her winked out of existence. “Apart from the fire bug, I'd say it seems okay. Nice background music."

“Yeah, it worked."

Someone coughed. They both turned around, looking at the entrance: Selma, Maximus and Sawyer were all standing there, waiting for them.

“Are you two done playing around? Selma's installed our disc. We're taking off.” Maximus said shortly. “Sawyer's thinking of coming with us... and Selma voiced an interest in it, as well.”

“If she's coming, I'm coming.” said Sylver. “Rita should be back soon, anyway, and we just tested all the automated systems. They're OK.”

Maximus scratched his head. They had gone from two to five – a far more complete crew. Well, they could probably use the extra hands on board... the ship was in a bit of a mess, after all.

“Right. All aboard then, I guess?”