055. Waiting055. Waiting
Three months is a long time to wait.
Well, if we're going to be accurate, it's really two and a half months (yet it feels much longer).
To be precise, seventy-nine days have passed.
Up to this very moment, it's been one thousand, nine hundred and nine hours, twenty-five minutes, and fifty-seven seconds.
Thirty minutes ago, Sarah Hawkins received word that the RLS Legacy had finally docked in Spaceport Crescentia. She laughed, she cried, and she outright shouted in relief.
And now, here she is, standing in the spaceport, scanning the throngs and throngs of creatures and beasts and alien folk.
The wait is over.
The hours she's spent worrying, those moments of hopeless crying, the nights that she's spent up late into the wee hours of the morning--unable to sleep because of the constant fear that maybe Jim won't come back, maybe something terrible might happen like an attack by pirates or an asteroid collides with the ship or an abduction by aliens--it's all over.