Trying to show me? .

You’d like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the exit. I gasped for breath and sprinted for the medbay. The rattling began to speak, barely legibly. "Th-------Re----ion-------lives------". The communications were so low-quality due to the docking bay. The ship phased back into reality. [END OF ENTRY] Captain's Log, entry #17 The ship it had never left. We had no choice.