[Hilda sits by the fire, staring at the blaze. Her thoughts drift off and the image of the Farfallas sun comes into her mind. It was the only time she'd ever felt truly warm in space. She was so close, the suit didn't even hold it back. She ran her tongue along her gumline, finding herself short that one tooth she'd always had. It was gone. She was gone.

She sighs and stands up. No sense in letting an opportunity like this go to waste...]