A thin layer of ice lined the walls, I shivered as I studied my present situation. Being marooned in space was not my idea of fun. Leaving the porthole I started exploring the industrial looking corridors. Behind shuttered doors I found all sorts of bizarre exhibits. It was beginning to look as if this craft was a roving space museum. I had to hope that there was not a cell waiting for me.
Mr Bond it is nice to meet you at last, I am Zorran curator of this space craft, you are required to join the character section, please follow me. Escape is impossible.
This second story is a update on my post for last week.!