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from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me
Shin’s ghost is bumping against his forehead, trying to rouse him from his drunken slumber. How much whiskey did he drink? Shin thought it wasn’t much, but back in the pub he kept calling for more (until the barkeep just sold him a bottle), chasing an alcoholic burn that the drink couldn’t give. His ship shudders and tilts, and Shin is glad he’s buckled into his seat or he would’ve slid out of it. Another jolt and the stars outside the viewing ports become little lights passing by, no longer streaks of light, as they finish the jump. Shin’s distracted for a moment by the lonely moon of Earth. Almost immediately after passing by, he receives a message.