Jess glanced over his shoulder as Dash and Sal entered the flight deck. He was surprised when Sal smiled at him. He smiled back, his heart feeling a little lighter. Despite their arguments over Dash, the way she had withdrawn into herself had worried him.
Sal sat down. Dash took the seat next to hers. Another good sign. Sal had been withdrawing from Dash as much as from Jess, even as she had defended Dash’s right to stay aboard.
The Wanderer nudged into his consciousness, drawing his attention to the area of normal space they were passing. Jess stiffened, drawing in the information.
Ali sensed the change.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Wreckage,” Jess answered. “Huge amounts of wreckage. I’m not detecting anything moving or showing signs of power.”
“There’s no tar pit?” Dash aske
