“What do you mean we’re never getting back to Hope?”

Lu’s scream yanked Tori out of a deep, dreamless sleep, and she sat up quickly, narrowly avoiding hitting her head on the command console.

“That’s not what I said,” she muttered as she eased herself out from under the command desk and folding the blankets she’d used to make a nest down there.

“If these calculations are right, though, we don’t have enough energy to get there,” Gabe said. He was sitting in the comfy pilot chair less than an arm’s length from Tori and staring at the monitor to the right of the main command station.

That’s the machine Tori had used to run her calculations the night before, so he was probably looking at her numbers.

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