Chapter Eight
Daniel rushed onto the bridge with Shawn close on his heel. Glancing around, Daniel noticed no one except the pilot inside. The pilot wasn’t looking at the computers, or even at Daniel and Shawn. Instead, he was eating a sandwich.
“What are you doing?” Daniel demanded.
Zach looked up from his sandwich. “I’m eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
Daniel’s eyes widened. “Did you not just feel the ship quake?”
“I did. That’s why there’s jelly on the floor.”
Daniel’s eyebrows furrowed. “There’s jelly on the floor?”
“Yes,” Zach said.
“What kind of jelly?” Shawn asked.
“Apricot.”
“I have specifically told all of you that no food was allowed in here. We have too much equipment that can be damaged … especially sugary food.”
“You drink coffee,” Zach said.
“With no sug
