Do You Still Like Us?

The Captain’s quarters are messy, disarrayed and sad. 2 little girls stand tired and spent listening to Genna and Jessie pummel them with questions. “What do we do next?” “Where do we go?” ‘we need to rest’ ‘and process’ “The crew is at their end.” “They need leadership.” ‘we sail away from this place and towards the end of it’ ‘but, we need to rest and process’ ‘you lead the crew for now’ ‘set sail to the end’ ‘we will be ready soon’ “Of course Captain.” “We will prepare for...the end.” A sardonic smile creeps upon Jessie’s face. ‘thank you’ 2 little girls, now alone in the captain’s quarters collapse into their bed and cry until they quickly fall asleep. The night brings darkness and rest and time.