pay-scale and perks eased her mind. She quickly accepted the offer and added a quick note that she would like to start as soon as she could get there. The next communication sent her the finalized job contract as well as information on transportation to the station. She didn't own much. All her belongings fit in the small attic room she'd rented for the past couple years and the furniture belonged to the Getty's. Sorting and packing took no time at all. All the while the Gettys stayed close. She played her last game of soccer with the boys in the back yard. Maria cooked up one last grand meal. Neil insisted she accompany him on anything he worked on at the house. But she felt every moment. Waiting for someone to show up at the door demanding to know why she wasn't taking the pills. Maybe to force her or take her away. With each passing hour the urge to get off-planet as soon as possible built. To get out of Earth's sphere of influence. And by the end of the week she was. A tear-filled goodbye with her surrogate family and she was on The Golden Oriander on its way to the Drax Outlier Worlds to deliver cargo with a stop-over at Redpoint One. Redpoint One arranged for her to travel in one of their four passenger rooms. It was smaller than her room at the Gettys, but more than she'd hoped for after reading up on standard economical accommodations aboard freighter ships. Her few belongings, packed securely in sealed boxes, sat in a neat pile in one corner of the room at the end of the bed. She packed two suitcases to live out of until her arrival at Redpoint One. The first week Tish loved it. The other two passengers kept to themselves so she had nothing to do but lay around, rest, read, and wander the few corridors open to her. Relax from the stress of trying to leave Earth in such a hurry, tensing every time someone came to the door of the house. The second week she cleaned her room, helped in the ship kitchen, finished reading the new book series she'd brought with her, and read the entire documentation sent by Redpoint One. By the third week the walls were closing in. Her reading expanded to include every instruction manual and checklist she could find on the ship, the ramifications of her new job description weighing heavy on her shoulders the closer they grew to Redpoint One. The doubts piled on. A Maintenance Engineer? She wasn't an 'engineer' by any stretch of the imagination. Was she mad? Tish put down the emergency main power-down checklist. It would be more fun if she understood half the items listed. She slouched down in the extra chair at the rear of the cockpit that she'd been allowed to sit in since the beginning of the second week. "Ready to crew?" Captain Jarvid asked, swinging his chair around to glance at her. She crossed her arms over her chest as she slouched down a little more. "Not unless you want your ship blown up for the insurance money." He let out a hearty bellow of a laugh, the sound of it filling the cockpit. The pilot looked back with a grin. "Not this close to port. We're ready to drop out of hyperspace." With the news her fears exploded, sure that she would not be able to do the job and they would ship her right back to Earth. She so desperately needed to make it work, and she had no idea what she might be walking into. "Give us plenty of room, Mr. Samson," Captain Jarvid said, swinging back towards the front. "Yes sir." An alarm echoed through the ship as Mr. Samson announced the hyperspace exit. Tish sat back up, her arms gripping the chair arms tightly, waiting for the bouncing and gravity fluctuations that had accompanied the hyperspace entrance. A soft fast vibration went through the ship. The vibrating floor tickled the bottom of her feet. A deep hum filled the air for a few seconds before the swirling clouds of hyperspace disappeared with a flash, replaced by a beautiful starfield. At least it was beautiful to her after so long without being able to see anything out of