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Emily finds herself lying on the floor, still staring into the sky. She has no idea how long she had been laying here, but it must have been many hours.

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She lifts her head.

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That's the phone in the control room. Earth people are calling.

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She turns onto her side and slowly gets up. Her back hurts and she feels weak from hunger.

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On my way, I'm on my way. she says in a soft, faint voice as she starts walking. The phone rings a few more times but stops before she can make it there. She enters the main control room and heads over to the communications section where she finds the terminal lit up. She sits down and, without reading the message there, starts typing.

Incoming connection. This is blurred text. You shouldn't be able to read it.
To reward your curiosity, Michelle has the following message:
MICHELLE @ EARTH-53 > Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down
LENA @ MOON-01 > lena is dead
MICHELLE @ EARTH-53 > I am so sorry.
MICHELLE @ EARTH-53 > My condolences.
MICHELLE @ EARTH-53 > Do you need someone to talk or do you want some time
by yourself?
LENA @ MOON-01 > talk. but i need to eat first
MICHELLE @ EARTH-53 > Ok. Ctrl+B us a few times when you're back.

Emily gets up and leaves the control room towards the nearest kitchen. Once there, she realizes how thirsty she is and goes directly for the sink. She opens the tap and hears the pump under the floor kick in, but no water comes out. Dismayed, she closes the tap and looks around. Her eyes wander to the door – Tony's lab is just down the hall, she's gonna try her luck there.

Standing in front of the sink, she reaches for a beaker on the drying rack. She hesitates for a moment before grabbing one. With the other hand, she opens the tap. It starts spitting a brown liquid with clumps. Ugh. She opens it up fully and waits for the water to clear up – and then waits a bit longer just to be sure. Finally, she fills up the beaker and takes a cautious sip. Tastes fine.

After downing roughly half a liter of water, her attention turns to the mice, which she had neglected just like herself. She feeds them and gives them fresh water, then she fills up the beaker again and leaves for the kitchen.

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MICHELLE @ EARTH-53 > Hello again.