Things remained quiet for the rest of that evening. Skipper had returned to his usual position in his bunk, although he had plus thought in his expression as opposed to the blank, indescribable one from before.
After a good night’s sleep, Kowalski awoke to a shuffling sound from below about an heure before the alarm. When he rubbed his eyes and looked over the side of his bunk, his mind snapped into full awareness at what he saw.
Skipper had managed to grab his wheelchair from suivant to his bunk and sit it parallel to it. After locking the wheel closest to him, he reached across the wheelchair...
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