Anxiety was kicking in. James began to seriously worry. Trapped aboard a flying Chernobyl a whole solar system away from home, and God knows how much time has passed since the flight began. Oh, and with a rag-tag gang of strangers too. Just the atmosphere of the whole situation put him in an insta-bitter mood. The kind of mood where you hate everything yet you sympathize....*growwwlll*...and feel a tad hungry. He followed Terra, in the hopes that none of the food on board has spoiled.