The metal steps were cold under your uncovered feet. As you reach the shuttle you felt uneasy. Something from your memory was trying to tell you, something. You opened the side door after walking up a small stair case. The smell was bad, like something rotten. The familiar feeling grew stronger. As you stepped inside a chill ran down your spine. There was a small trail of blood on the floor and a dead naked man in the pilots chair. He had been stabbed in the torso perforating the spleen and bled internally. The body, was old. You weren't sure how you knew this but you guessed a month at least. The ship was powered on that munch was clear but all of the controls looked unrecognizable. Then a piece of memory came to you.

You sat here in the rear left seat. He was the pilot. Jason. His name was Jason! You remember leaving earth in this to come here. You saw the station from the front window and the entry onto the station. Jason said. "Its going to need a lot of work. We're lucky to have made it. Think you can do it?"

"Watch me. I'll have her up and running in no time." Your words your voice. Why? What was it? No answers came. You felt familiar like a dream just after waking then you felt it fade just like the dream from your mind. Then like a jolt the thought hit you. The environmental. something about the environmentals being off in some of the sections. Why? It would save power but how did you know that. More information came. The power grid conservation there were faces of shadows that told you to cut them to save power. It was going to be a long stay. In the bridge. Some of the lay out came back to you. Not how to get there but locations and rooms. It felt like trying to look at a picture that was all jumbled up. Pieces of a puzzle no one put together.