Neville's consciousness drifted in and out. One moment, he was acutely aware of the steady beeping of the life pod. The next thing he knew, he was floating somewhere between waking and dreaming, his body pressed against Grayson's sleeping body.
[Host, oxygen levels have dropped to 23%. I recommend conserving energy,] Shelly said mechanically. [Would you like me to refill it again?]
Neville nodded and spent another set of points keeping them alive. The 45 minutes turned into hours until he couldn't tell the time anymore.
He wanted to tell her that he was already conserving energy. But he couldn't help but focus on the warmth radiating from Grayson's body. He was confirming if he was still alive and breathing.
The life pod swayed suddenly, and Neville's fingers instinctively curled into the fabric of Grayson's shirt. Outside the small reinforced glass window, the stars continued their endless, indifferent dance.
How long had they been drifting around?
