Julis turned to Eirwen. "No... Not work..." Julis said, his voice quiet. He took out a small and unremarkable ballpoint pen, and a thin piece of paper, browned from time. He began to scrawl on it. His pen was moving fast. It was almost a scribble, but numbers appeared. Many numbers, in fact. Julis kept on writing. The numbers scrawled on the papers seemed to be in a shape. What shape was it? It wasn't very orthodox. It wasn't a shape. It was many shapes coming together. It appeared to be an object, but what object? More numbers were drawn, and the shape took form. It was the space station they were on. The left side had pretty high numbers, but not as high as the middle, top, or right side. Julis passed the paper to Eirwen to disprove he idea.