Juni: So here I am,

Juni: dangling from a seat

Juni: in an ancient Homin craft

Juni: This abandoned pod bay is probably in hard vacuum. The window is cracked from the impact. Carbon nanofibers hold it together but falling on it could make them shred.

Juni: I can feel

Juni: the oxygen

Juni: going sour

Juni: Think, Juni, there must-

Sam: So any ideas yet?

Juni: Shut up, Sam.

Sam: I do hope those are the last words I ever hear. So uplifting.

Juni: Talking wastes air.

Sam: Even better!

Juni: Worst vacation ever.

Juni: Sam, I'm sorry.

Sam: Mm.

Juni: But at least we've had some fun times together.

Sam: Now you're wasting air.

Juni: I just thought we should spend our last few-

Sam: So you've given up.

Juni: Yeah.

Sam: I see.

Juni: Even if we somehow manage to get out of this pod, I don't-

Juni: What are you doing?!

Sam: Swing with me. Maybe we can at least get this thing to roll over.

Juni: You'll break the window!

Sam: Better than just waiting to die. Come on.

Caption: "I was supposed to bury your mother? I thought you said marry her!"