It's getting late. I'll only write a little bit about today, which was sort of eventful.

This afternoon seemed to drag on longer than a Martian afternoon should. I started to think it was boring - an uneventful summer, that should be so much better than it was.

No sooner had I thought that and gone to get another chocolate chip raisin cookie, when the lights flickered. Okay. Well, as long as it didn't happen again.

It did. This time the lights stayed off for at least five minutes before coming back on. It was completely silent too. The silence was the scariest part. Ever since we left Mars yesterday, there has been the constant hum of the generators. I didn't even notice the humming anymore, except when it stops.

I caught myself holding my breath, waiting for it to start again. If it didn't turn on, I realized, then I should probably breathe now while I had the chance.

In the dark, I felt someone grab my hand. It was Sev, and it was very comforting to have someone there next to me - even though I hadn't really talked with her or anyone else much, and under any other circumstances it would have been awkward.

"We have to find the others," she said urgently, and we went off to try to find them. It was at about that time when the generators sputtered back to life again.

We found the others and there was an unspoken agreement to move a few essentials into the safe room (it was small, but attached to a seperate generator and superfluous solar panel). As soon as we had everything we needed moved in there, the lights went off again.

The ship was drifting through space, just carried by its own momentum. Sev had a flashlight that flickered just like a candle, and it gave enough light so that everyone could get to the room.

And this is where we've been for the past hour and a half.



Bella makes me laugh. She is so pretty, but has never modelled before (I told her she should give it a try). She was laying down on the futon and let me draw her. I'm surprised that I got her skin tone pretty good, kind of nesquick. Her hair's a little longer than this, and it's usually in a braid so it's nice to see it down.

Anyway, more about this trip tomorrow. I can't tell you where we're going (that's classified). Actually the fact that we're going anywhere is classified, but nobody's going to take this blog seriously. Nobody's going to actually believe that we're farther from the Earth than anyone's ever been, or that we haven't gone crazy yet.

In a few days there's the acceleration or bending of space or whatever you call it (most people call it hyperspace...Aaron would be able to explain just how it works. Maybe not explain it so that any of us could understand but he himself understands and that's the main thing).

It could kill us. They've figured out all sorts of things we have to do - Don't eat anything for four hours before the jump, use the bathroom before the jump, and we have to coat ourselves in this blue stuff that feels like paint.